Pffft. Sports caps indeed. I strongly suspect the physiotherapist lobby has a hand in this.
Meanwhile it was one week ago yesterday that my Radiohead In Rainbows discbox was mailed out.
I can picture Thom wrapping it carefully in recycled newsprint and scrawling my address upon the box, using his creative spelling, then hopping onto his bicycle with the banana seat and peddling down to the post office, where he waits in line behind a lady who is mailing a large parcel of spotted dick and canned custard to her nephew in Toronto. He would then hand my discbox to the mail clerk and warn her to be careful with it, it was for a very dear friend.
They did warn that it would be sent by road and sea whenever possible. I'm assuming this was done for environmental concerns. I hope to god they didn't send it by walrus express because those bastards are notoriously untrustworthy.
All the strain of the waiting did get me to wondering:
|Which Radiohead song are you?|
You talk in maths and buzz like a fridge. You're like a detuned radio. And also, her Hitler hairdo makes you feel ill.
I cannot really argue with that, especially since I have always covetted the line "he buzzes like a fridge".
What about you? Got time to answer a few simple questions? It could change your life. Or simply justify your paranoia.