Be The Jam

What I have been doing of late is having more things go wrong.

Ended up having to pay £11 for two single journeys on the underground in London, I think it should have cost about £3.

Why?

I have no idea.

Some things have been good though, all that rain that followed hurricane Gordon was most welcome. The fields around chez monkey have been looking worryingly not green for this time of year so a good down-pour was just what was needed. It bucketed down for about 5000 hours solid, this did keep me awake on Thursday night and put a bit of a dampener on the lunch I cooked for myself and Ned yesterday but other than that it was all good.

Rob has gone to France and left me with the keys to his flat and his credit card, a recipie for much mischief one would think, and so it would have been had it not been for The Lord of the Rings. I hadn't seen it you see, and there it was, the complete box set, on the shelf. I have hardly had time to sleep. Suddenly my life appears termed as a great struggle between good and evil. My innner monolouge has been deeply effected, about four hours into the film I decided to take a break for tea and toast and found myself thinking "I shall to Kitchen and there break bread and brew tea for the journey ahead, whilst the feast prepares I shall nip out into the land of stars and night busses and retreive milk from the land of Budgens".  I think I have permenantly damaged my brain.  I had planned to go to the Tate Modern today to take a look at some Albino Penguins and a video of a man dancing with a box on his head, I think this might finish me off.

I miss the woods.

Things make sense in the woods.