Sinister: nice month for a sulk

[Kenneth P Y Chu]

Is March a sad month to be in?  Or just a month for retrospective thoughts?  
Personally for me this month is a good month, when winter is finally (more 
or less) over.  This winter seems to have gone especially quickly, too.

I suppose I'm finally away from academia, and hence away from the torment of 
the exams of winter, the queuing up outside examination halls, in the cold 
winter days, and the lonely walks home in the snow.  This winter, I think I 
have only exclaimed "Gahhh it's fucking cold" about 10 times, normally the 
figure's around 100, which means either I've turned superhuman and now in 
possession of an extraordinary tolerance for the cold, or global warming is 
going it's crafty work, or that I've been pissed out of my brain a lot more 
often than in the yesteryears.

Dimitra denoted her sentiment that after Easter all there is left is 
counting of days until the summer arrives.  I think that she is correct up 
to a point but I feel that if you go out and make something happen then 
maybe things won't be looking so bleak.  It's spring and it gets warmer 
outside, the day gets longer and the pubs are open.  I have a feeling that 
I'm going to have a lot of fun.

And there were talks of patriotism and rememberance of a country with an 
ignoble history.  The purpose of history is to reference the past in order 
to not repeat mistakes, rather than to dwell on about the bygones.  Things 
that happened have happened, sweeping things under the carpet isn't right, 
but remembering doesn't mean that you cannot move on, and change the bit you 
can change that is the future.

The funniest thing I saw this week was when I was travelling on a Jubilee 
Line train on the London Underground, which had, mounted on the wall a 
really really old London Underground train map, on which it said "Jubilee 
Line - Under Construction", a funny week I've had.

Earl Sheridan d' Orange said that horse racing is cruel and untwee, it's 
true.  Horse on wheels racing, now we're talking, when those horseys break 
their legs cos they're too crap to jump a bloody fence, we give them bionic 
wheels with a big motor, with a high horse power, and watch them go 
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, still won't jump them bloody fences though, 
not without a ramp.  Oh now I really want my own remote control horse.

There was used to be a horse called "Young Kenny" at the Grand Nationals, 
but it never won, useless, much like its namesake.

Horses and Red Bulls
Ken

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