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Easter, Kubed

Yes, its that time of year once again, when we celebrate (commiserate?) when Father Christmas got nailed to a reindeer during a 40 day flood. The quick thinking of some passing daffodils with a lap-top with a DVD drive enabled Mr. Christmas to escape, and in the process bestowing upon us the tradition of looking for ‘easter eggs’ at this most holy time of year.

Of course, all the chocolate, fluffy bunnies, and ‘Easter Cards’ won’t save your foolish soul! Rushing out to buy that Luxury Galaxy Calorie Ass-fuck egg your girlfriend has been dropping subtle hints about (like “get me that Luxury Galaxy Calorie Ass-fuck egg I want or I’ll castrate you, cock.”) just isn’t going to help boyo. Having a sense of the inconsequential? Feeling a bit Sartre but not sure why? It’s a times like this that we begin to realise how spiritually bankrupt we are as a society, not simply because we celebrate something the vast majority of the nation either don’t understand or don’t care to believe in, but because we used to do it, and now there’s nothing left to fill the gap! It’s all now now now instant gratification, if not even quicker. ‘Twas my brothers birthday booze-up on Saturday, and I found myself in a club back in Tamworth that I used to hate a decade ago. The ONLY difference from those heady days is now I understand why I hated it – guaranteed ‘floor fillers’, dance ‘classics’, which the ‘DJ’ played in the same order he had the week before (the decade before), and even worse, rigorously, and consistently went:
‘verse-chorus-verse-chorus’
“Bollocks CHAT about this NIGHTCLUB called KUBE… WOW! Put your hands UP Tamworth! Wooo! Now I’ve changed the record BADLY and you’re so DRUNK you don’t even REASLISE”
‘verse-chorus-verse-chorus’
Where’s the commitment? Where’s the investment of time and of personality to actually get to know a song or a style of music, or anything. No no… just get as drunk as you like and bellow the words. And MC Hammer played too too fast.

Anyway… wandered off topic. If in doubt, swear. It’s only a matter of time before Hallmark begin to release ‘day of the week’ cards. Bastards.

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