Gracious in Defeat - Update

Further to a previous post about Global Cities, there has been an update.

Suck my balls, Minneapolis.

Graffiti #2

Sock-Related Admission #1

The blogger would like to acknowledge that for a while there, he stopped matching his socks, and just took two at random from the pile every morning. The situation has now been corrected.

Progression Thingy #1

Carlsberg don't do girlfriends. If they did, they'd be small, yellow and taste a bit like Heineken.

Heineken don't do episodes of South Park. If they did, they wouldn't be funny.

South Park don't do Jaffa Cakes.

Jaffa Cakes are nice.

Nice is an adjective, but if it wasn't, I would have used a different word.

Words are not usually internally contradictory, but if they were that would cause a lot of cognitive dissonance.

Cognitive dissonance knows you're bad for it, but you're just its type.

Men About Women

What make we of ourselves, gentlemen
To what are we compelled
What contortions are required
Or indignities impelled.

The weekends are a contest
We get dressed up to fail
They aren't even playing
We seek a plastic grail.

Bag yourself a trophy
The glory starts to stain
The mantelpiece ain't big enough for
A hangover named Lorraine.

The vaunted one is pleasing
The focussed mind knows best
We break our balls to realise
She's just like all the rest.

Gentlemen, our method sucks
We're chasing vapour trails
We need our balls for walking
And for building boats with sails.