I do. I sit here in amazement at the world around me and the things I hear and see. I am trying to finish a pub quiz that I am writing for tonight but I have been distracted by the telly and the internet. The internet purely because it is a brilliant tool for researching into questions, but also a distraction. I was looking at music downloads and found a band called ‘Mustard Pimp’. What on Earth are people taking when they come up with these names??
‘Come on, lads, what are we gonna call ourselves?’
‘Howabout Anchovy Wallpaper?’
‘Chrysanthemum Butt Plug?’
‘Nah. I’ve got it! It’ll be a sure fire winner with the oldies! Mustard Pimp!’
‘Why can’t you be happy staying plain old Justin Beiber?’
Then the telly. Purely because it was on and the adverts came on and distracted me with a child's game that is set to be the hottest, and most wanted toy this Christmas. ‘Doggy Doo!’ A game about canine crap. You feed a plastic dog and eventually he will defecate. I imagine that the winner is the one that collects the least poop. And I used to think that Buckaroo was weird!
I am no longer a grumpy old man. I am a grumpy, bemused old man.