After a frustrating early morning watching the Yankees lose and only having a few hours sleep, I woke up feeling inexplicably good. And, surprisingly, considering I’ve had a day where I’ve been running around doing chores, that good mood has continued. I’m going to give the credit to Scott Walker. I woke up with his sumptuous song The World’s Strongest Man as my Ohrwurm. Aaaah, what a song. It’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket and being fed Belgian white chocolate truffles by [insert name of your fantasy foxy person here].
Even being in the launderette didn’t dull my mood. Mainly for two reasons.
Firstly, there were four people in there including me. Of those people in a German waschsalon, three of us were reading the British newspaper The Guardian. That made me smile.
And whilst reading said newspaper, I noticed that the manager of the English football club Bolton Wanderers, Sam Allardyce, not only looks a bit like Meat Loaf, but also … flick flick flick towards the front of the newspaper … he looks like Tom Cruise in this deeply unflattering photo.
La de da… now, gotta go to Kaiser’s, the supermarket equivalent of shaving with a cheese grater covered in dog poo; let’s see if the good mood can battle its way through that.