My cellphone is broken! (Or rather, I have broken my cellphone - I dropped it, the back fell off, the battery leapt out; in my scramble to pick up the bit with the screen I punted the back cover into the road (accidentally) and it bounced into traffic and is now dead; the battery will not go back in, and the people at the phone repair emporium think I might as well just buy a new one and attempt to transfer over my contacts.)
I actually quite like it when my cellphone is broken. I do the majority of my communicating over the internet anyway, and having no cellphone means I can't be pestered. When you're constantly contactable people do so love to pester you.
If I go on like this I do not think I will become a guiding light in the blogosphere.
I read in the paper on Saturday that a local 'naturist group' is having an open day soon (they reassure the general public with the tongue-in-cheek "visitors are not required to wear our 'club uniform.'") I was pretty tempted to go because a) that would make for some good blogging and b) nudists are kind of intriguing cause of being nekked all the time but not for sexy reasons. (Or are they??) But I'm not going to go anymore because it turns out that as well as body painting, art, and petanque there is going to be a bouncy castle. This seems like kind of a not-very-well-thought-out decision, putting naked people on a bouncy castle.
"Nudists On A Bouncy Castle." Sounds like a painting by Degas. Sounds like the cover art for my debut album. Sounds like something I don't really want to see, but something I'd like to be able to say I've seen. Do you think I should go? I could tell you all about the secret lives of nudists. It will be like the secret life of Bees except with a better Waggle Dance.