If we all decided to spend a few minutes each day counting our material possessions then that would seem a little pathetic. Yet, in my secular bubble, I take great occasional pleasure in looking over the contents of my wine stash. Why is this? Greed, the search for comfort? It may be something a lot more basic.
Enjoying wine, food and conversation with friends is just about my favourite pleasure in life (bar the obvious). Looking at what's in the cellar reminds me that despite everything the world throws at me; my ingrown toenail op., expanding waistline, etc; there will still be time for a glass of Madiran with some excellent people.
ITV4 started a rerun of Quatermass on Sunday (12 Aug 07). Yes! 1978, John Mills, spooky science fiction codswallop a-go-go. Highly addictive, in a retro 'life wasting' type way. Then again, so are rather a lot of things
My attempts to mislead the BBC News website over my relationship with Elvis have been a dismal failure. "Send us your memories of Elvis. Did you meet him?" Oh yes. My name is Ronald McClintock, 'used to carry bags at Prestwick Airport. Well, I thought just someone might believe it.
Frankly, I am losing faith in human nature.
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