When you're me, you know when you feel at the brink of going mentally insane. It's about the same time you start to study the hubcaps on the car outside your window, or when The Penguin Dictionary of English Idioms looks suddenly very advertising.
In a way I must be feeling the same way as the guy who invented the watering can. Or the person who thought up The Teletubbies. I mean, you don't just wake up and go "I know what! I'll invent a storage facility that releases water at a steady rate onto garden plants... so that they can be nourished!"
Nor do you think; "I know what! I'll get rich off putting an ex-rapist inside an oversised teddybear and painting him purple!"
No, I reckon that both of these blokes were doing what I'm doing right now.
Nothing.
I mean, they must have had a hell of a long time to think if thats what came out of their heads. It even happens to me... right now I'm contemplating inventing something to help you excrement more easily when you've eaten something you shouldn't have.
Wank. They've already made that. They call it the plunger.
It's funny in the sense that this has no point whatsoever.
But it did kill a good quarter of an hour.
Go and bum Tinky Winky.
Goodbye.
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