Captured the Trifle

What's the tune? Tahiti 80 with their strange and, to me, slightly unfathomable tunes. I can't quite settle with them, and to me they will always be one of those albums with the white sleeve that you bought on a whim and barely listen to, but always know they're there. I bought one recently; the Broken Family Band. I know, even now, they will slip into that category.
So, snow. Yes, thats right, great big knobbly chunks of it. White n fluffy n, well, its actually melted now. But it may well be back, meaning I have to wear trainers to work. Because apparently, posh blokes shoes should not allow the wearer any grip, greeting any sudden movement on a normal surface, such as carpet, with a crashing down and breaking of bones. So, to whosoever decided that these shoes should be as such, you are a crithard. Pure and simple.
Back to basics, you bastards. Lets have some shoes that do the job. Not do you in.
Job.

'ahhhhh' Chorus of slightly bored angels humm in unison heralding the arrival of fresh new steaming frames of comic stuff. There it is. I'm so proud 'sniff'.
In other news, circularity is getting to me recently. IN several ways. Firstly, the repetition we have to go through to maintain certain standards of life. For instance, I must wash up, nd clean myself and eat to maintain life, pr3event creatures in the kitchen taking up permanent residence, and to keep my friends and not drive them away in a green haze. Okay, thats fine. But it perpetuates so, so sodding MUCH. Also, I find it annoying that no one can draw a perfect circle. If any mathematicians are watching, please correct me if I am raging slightly unfairly, but surely. Its not fair that what we call a circle is only an ideal of something which could exist somewhere, possibly. Am I wrong?
Bugger.
Anyway, in real news, it snowed a bit in Norwich and in Lincoln. It melted. Its bloody cold. But I still have to wash and eat etc.
Does someone want to swap?