EDitorial ± 6-Jun-2006
Ominous
Physical portents a-plenty.
First, shaved on Sunday morning to reveal an ugly and unpleasant spot on my
chin which then defied all my attempts to pop it, only swelling to become more
bubo-like. Ugh.
Second, developed hiccups yesterday which stayed with me for hours. Was still
emitting frog-like sounds when I hit the sack. Slept fine, then back they
came late morning, albeit at a low level. They've now gone, touch Ikea desk.
Third, lunchtime footy in the blazing sun and the all-surface ball is belted
into my face. Ouch, then watery eyes and numb lips.
Now, either I'm run down or it's the sixth day of the sixth month in the year
of oh-six.
Let's end with a friend's faded
Attila the Stockbroker T-shirt caption:
Question: Who lives at number 668?
Answer: The Neighbour Of The Beast.