tarantula at warp factor five

saw this brilliant poster on a random trawl through space, quaffing jelly tots like they were going out of style in sunny but cool johannesburg, which at 6000 feet high is an apt metaphor for this smooth ride i'm on. they're going to let me off soon.

saw bourne ultimatum the other night. dozed through much of it, due as much to the upsetting of my sleepy-cycle as attempts on my neurophysioligical thingummy. thinema tickets are cheaper here and smashing pumpkins look cheaper here. and that's got nothing to do with getting a taste of windhoek all the way in joburg.

and wouldja believe, i saw the entire west indies cricket team getting on to a bus this morning around 9.30 am, as i was walking into a shopping mall (to buy, among other things, the aforementioned jelly tots). i only recognised two - sarwan and gayle - and a third, but still can't remember his name. i'll be back in dubai before the twenty20 starts. baaaaaaad juju

sometime between now and saturday all things coming to pass
may not have. so it goes.

back at the ranch, scotty awaits orders, while lance corporal singh of the queen's twenty fiworst grenadiers cannot understand what he's suddenly doing in jet black ninja garb with a tantō sword in his hands, or why the crowd is chanting "sepp-ppu-kku-sepp-ppu-kku-sepp-ppu-kku."

all this while reports come in of twenty terror-cotta suspects detained at the british museum; rumour has it that they were not planning on singing at pavarotti's funeral.