PUPPETTS MOOD is ...... shaky

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PUPPETT'S THINKERY

PUPPETT'S THINKERY

I'm a bit scared
2003-04-27

I�ve felt really odd all afternoon, I feel sort of scared and worried. But its like I�m really worried about something, but have forgotten what it was. Very strange.

Why am I worried about an invisible thing? Fuck knows is my only answer.

I had to travel 90 miles today to o a poxy little job. I arranged for today thinking I would be dropping noodle off at home, but he went home yesterday on the train. So rather than let the bloke down I went and did it. 90 miles worth of diesel, 5 hours of my day (the job only took an hour the rest was driving across the peak district on wiggly roads) for 60 GBP. DOH!

I hope it went some way to ramp up my positive Karma. The bloke was a school teacher, he couldn�t have looked more like the stereotype if he had tried. The icing on the cake was when I tried to wash my grubby mitts using �ECOCLEAN� washing up liquid. It smelt like stagnant pond and just left my hands wet and still dirty. If this save the world kick is to continue I must start carrying my own swarfega.

I know I�m dissing the eco movement but I honestly think we are going about it all wrong. I see countless monster SUV�s driving to the bottle bank to deposit 4 red wine bottles. Surely it must fuck the earth up more all these 2 mile monster truck deliveries than me just bunging the things in the bin.

Where I used to live the socialist council had a much better approach. Basically all the household kack was collect by the binmen, taken to a big smelly conveyor belt and sorted by hand. A poo job I know but the centralised approach saved on all those �conscience miles� and what was no good for recycling got burnt. (ideally I suppose it should be used for a district heating scheme, but it wasn�t)

Anyway that�s my rant finished. I�m as horny as hell and on a promise so you lot can go talk amongst yourselves whilst I go for a bit of the old in-out! (go on name that book!)

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