Cold outside, warm inside

Looking out of the window and it's a cold, grey day. Inside though, it's stiflingly hot. We're all stinky but the aircon is resolutely staying off. It's even stinkier than us!

 

 

Unblogging

Now you don't even need to go to blogger to use blogger. Instead of
going to blogger to blog you can blog by mail and blog to your blog
without blogger by mailing your stuff to your blog instead of blogging
it.

So, you can blog without blogging.

Neat, eh?

Parks. Wide. Open. Spaces.

With lots of trees and grass curling underfoot. Warm in the sunshine,
happy places.

Parklife

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as... (parklife!)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight chrough what is known as... (parklife!)
John’s got brewer’s droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons - they love a bit of it. (parklife!)
Who’s that gut lord marching? you should cut down on your porklife, mate, get some exercise! (parklife!)

Chorus:
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Know what I mean?

I get up when I want, except on wednesdays, when I get rudely wakened by the dustmen. (parklife!)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving the house. (parklife!)
I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too.
It gives me a sense of enormous well-being. (parklife!)
And then I’m happy for the rest of the day,
Safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.

Chorus

Parklife - parklife!
Parklife - parklife!
It’s got nothing to do with your vorsprung durch technic, you now.
Parklife - parklife!
And it’s not about you joggers who go round and round and round...
Parklife - parklife!

Repeat chorus twice

(c) Blur, thanks go to LyricsFreak.

Found it!

For a long while, I'd forgotten my password for blogger. Suddenly, it came back to me, and I'm here once more. Expect a revival of this anonyblog.

Enjoy.