mogest

I’d probably keep a log of the conversations had outside my window.  We live three floors up at a busy London intersection.  You know it’s busy ’cause even when you zoom Google Maps out far enough so that you get the Eastenders theme playing in your head, you can still see our road.  I dunno if it’s just London in general, or there’s something special about this particular street, but almost every night we are serenaded by a myriad of performers.  If I had a blog, I’d totally write down what they said.

I think I’d also rattle on about the words I had learned that day in Prolific, like ETUI and AALS and OONTS.

Probably just as well I don’t have one.

This entry was posted on Thursday, October 16th, 2008 at 11:55 pm and is filed under Selfish pontification. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.