My bridge tooth fell out this morning. I can't be a***d to wipe the dribble off my 'One foot in the grave' T-shirt. The cat next-door shuns me because he thinks I'm not cool. I dropped my barbell weights on the garage floor this morning - they fell through into the cavity underneath, thus exposing the cache of The Loafer magazines I had previously secreted. Girlies at supermarket check-outs laugh (possibly at my pathetic attempts to chat them up). I visited the GP last week and after five minutes (you are only supposed to get 4.5) he started measuring me up for a 'good friend who works on that side of the business - oak is popular this year'. My Panasonic G1's tilt out screen stops working when it's more than half out - which reminds me of something else... but as senility is setting in, I can't recall what exactly it is.
As I'm reverting to childhood, doing the Lady Gaga, I thought a shot to reflect that.
Don't laugh. It ain't funny. Where did I leave my train-set?
Anyone else gaga? Gaga shots?
Choo choo! by rob marshall images, on Flickr