Toothless Thursday

There's nothing more sad than catching sight of someone reading Dan Brown on the Tube. Worse: she was reading Digital Fortress, a book whose title alone repels. Maybe the television and the radio are emitting hidden sound waves that unravel people's minds, strip them of good judgement and make them go buy his books. I'm so glad I read a borrowed version of The Da Vinci Code halfway through, in Portuguese; I know it's crap from first hand experience.

Kevin and I got free tickets to see Cyprus yesterday. The man that sat beside me drank water from a bottle inside a plastic bag and hadn't washed his body in 6 months. Two cellphones rang during the performance. The set was a countryside library; the audience seats were so close to the stage that we could see every line on the actors' faces, even count the rotten teeth in their mouths.

My work colleagues...

• belong in a version of The Stepford Wives
  
• are amused by leaves flying outside our windows
  
• like to invite each other for lunch in front of me as if I were a pot of begonias
  
• talk a lot about speed dating
  
• don't know the difference between "polite" and "friendly"
  

A man came over yesterday and fixed the boiler: air bubbles in the pipes and a flippant pump. He took away the Darth Vader that lived inside our walls.

6 more days until OllieNoWri(this)Mo comes to an end.