Facebook makes it far to easy to slip back in time. I had a conversation with someone once about the reason why I sometimes feel ill at ease when using Facebook which is that I’m not supposed to be in contact with all these people. In life in general, you’re supposed to lose contact with people. Sometimes the only thing that you have in contact with a person is your shared circumstance – a school or a workplace or something. And then you move on and have nothing in common apart from shared memories. And yes sometimes that equals a friendship but sometimes that equals nothing but a now awkward acquaintance.
When it rains on bank holiday weekends, I want to believe absolutely in a god and be very, very angry with him. I picture him as an efeminate man who’s having a fat day in his robes and decides to punish the world for it.
All that Bond films make me feel is a need for a more glamourous wardrobe. Also I wonder why people laugh at my pan European accent when for decades everyone in Bond films spoke in the same muddled tones.
Sorry that there’s no real point to this.
