Some days the news just seems plain screwy.
I wonder how many people – other than Jeremy Corbyn – really care two hoots whether Leon Trotsky is ‘rehabilitated’ or not? I wonder how many people even knew that he needed ‘rehabilitation’ in the first place? I wonder if most people even know what ‘rehabilitation’ means? I suppose it must mean that poor old Leon has a drug problem, and has to go into rehab. And now it seems that the UK parliament is offering rehab courses – presumably ‘complete rehabilitation guaranteed, or money back’. It gives MPs something to do, I suppose.
And what was Johnny Depp so jealous about? And what does it mean to “scrawl paint”? Is that writing – or painting? I didn’t know he was an artist. Does he often paint frescoes with his own blood? Or is he only accused of painting frescoes with blood? But he actually paints them using regular paint, but pretends that it’s blood? And also pretends to be drunk? And pretends to be jealous too?
I bet that made a few people sit up: Lichtenstein warns Britain. It only takes about 5 minutes to walk from one end of Lichtenstein to the other. And here it is, warning Britain.
Next it’ll be “Final warning from Lichtenstein.”
Crop circles like this seem to only ever be found in Britain. This one covers about two acres. And it’s extremely elaborate. One of the most elaborate ever, apparently.
I’ve always supposed that they are created by teams of people carefully trampling down wheat fields. Somebody must see them doing it. But nobody ever gets caught. They just appear overnight. Like Banksy paintings.
Or maybe it’s just the impression left by the underside of a Klingon starship, after all. I must annoy farmers no end to have yet another darn Klingon starship land on their ripening wheat.
I don’t know where I saw these various things. But I saw them, and just stared at them blankly and uncomprehendingly. And they all had the effect of derailing my head, and sending me down strange tumbling trains of thought.
Perhaps it’s the heat.