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Pop goes the . . .
. . Party:
I had a Saturday night out in Nottingham that resulted in me getting home at 5pm on Monday afternoon. In a radical change from the lazy pleasures of the previous weekend, this last weekend involved leg-knackering quantities of dancing and an indulgent amount of socialising with old friends and meeting of quality strangers alike.
. . . Punk:
and it wasn’t all ‘bangy bangy’ music (this is a technical ‘muso’ term, I believe). There were stages with bands on them. On the mosh-tastic punk front, P.A.I.N. were good though not up to their usual standard, but the Inner Terrestrials were right on my fun frenzied wavelength. There was also ska, hip-hop, jazz, folk, a cocktail bar, deckchairs and sofas, a café and the narrowest staircase in the western world.
. . . Pills:
see party. Different pills have also greatly helped with the recovery process.
. . . Politics:
also see party. It was a fundraiser to provide a convergence centre for any protestors planning to visit the G8 meeting at Gleneagles golfcourse in Scotland later this year.
. . . Pants:
which nearly needed changing after I noticed how far round the dial the needle on my car’s speedo had managed to revolve. At the time, I was following one of the Safety Cars from the Silverstone racetrack along the A43. As it had ‘Safety Car’ written on the back of it in huge silver letters, I thought I’d be safe enough. But then my brain kicked in.
. . . Pus:
I have a spot on my nose that has not yet actually gone pop, but is so large that when it does I’m worrying about confusing seismographic devices into triggering geological disaster warnings.
. . . Processor:
my computer has died. With a non- metaphorical puff of smoke, my chip is well and truly fried.. . . so I am currently feeling somewhat lost while awaiting the salvation of the eBay budget chip-replacement service / gamble and ignoring a voice in my head telling me that I should have turned that motherboard voltage down a bit before now.
. . . Pedantry:
my punctuation is all over the place. And in a soul-wrenching personal revolution instead of putting it right, I'm going to the pub.
. . . Pyrrhus:
has currently got nothing on me. This is a work reference of epic proportions.
So, while I’m waiting to discover just what is going to be popping next for me, I’m wondering if anything has gone pop in your world lately?