'The man with the yellow tie. Do you know what they say about men with yellow ties? I can tell you' a charity person says. 'Actually it's gold' I think as I walk on by. Bitch.
One thing they may say about a man with a yellow tie is that he's Nick Clegg. It's sad that my surname doesn't have quite the same pop as his when turned into a mania: Cleggmania. Sounds like some hideous sexual compulsion. I don't think my hideous sexual compulsions have names. Oh yes, that's right. Homosexuality.
Another odd dream last night. I dreamt I was at work and I was shot in the stomach and through a lung. 'You need to stop the bleeding', I said. My colleague replied that the grated zest of a satsuma would work. Luckily there was one nearby.
I'm a puzzle.
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