27 May, 2004

Enroute to work this morning a strange fear gripped me. What's to stop me suddenly driving on to the other side of the road in to the path of oncomming traffic? When I decided it was because I wanted to live I then thought. what's to stop them from driving into me?

I have probably revealed too much in admitting that I have had these thoughts (I have had them before) I'm sure it reveals more about my psychological make-up than perhaps it is decent to. But I am perplexed as to why I have them. Thank goodness there is a safety device in my brain that shuts down the destructive synapses unlike the poor f**kers with tourette's syndrome.

Anyway, moving along.......the ladyfriend offered to enter a replacement for Tracy Emin's tent to Mr Saatchi. But I replied, where's the old bugger going to put a marquee?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

are you sure this is dave's body the face is his i think he's grown in to his looks by removing the beaver from under his nose.