Monday and that stupid Geldof song is whirling around my head. Weird weekend full of images of people in running shoes dressed as the Angel of the North or a pint of Tetleys desperately trying to get into the Guinness Book of Records. To leave a mark on history alongside the pork pie eaters, balloon bursters, pole squatters and fattest, thinnest, shortest, tallest homo sapiens of their generation. All trying to be somebody - anybody - as long as somebody else notices. Like Brenda Ann Spencer without the ammunition.
great blog - and this is one of my fav posts
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