Thursday, January 26, 2006

Soothing the pain...

There are always ways to sooth the pain. I woke up today at 8.45am with a horrible headache. Whether that's because I slept for an hour and 45 minutes longer than I normally do, or because I spent the better part of last night watching telly in a pitch black room I don't know. Bit of both maybe. I've avoided making any plans for today, although I'm thinking about doing a bit of cleaning and tidying. Maybe writing a list of all the gadgets in the house and what brand they are in case they get stolen. There was a policeman on the news last night who said that it's getting increasingly common that the police have to return stolen goods to the theif because people just don't know what brand their stuff are and what it looks like. They're more likely to know what CD was in the car stereo when it was stolen than they are knowing what brand it is. I find that quite amusing actually. It could be a step towards a less materialistic society. We no longer care who made our things. Then again, I guess that might mean that we also no longer care who actually produced our things, be it well-paid unionised French people or poor Chinese children. It's a funny society we live in. But I think a lot of people have actually stopped caring about brands and labels. It's not important anymore. It's suddenly quality over label. Who cares what the tag on your jeans say if they're only going to last a month anyway. When I was 11-ish, the brand on your jeans was the most defining feature of your entire person. The label to have at the time was Levis, which was considered somewhat the original. At least in the universe of the tiny school I went to at that age. Well, I don't actually own a pair of Levis jeans anymore. Neither does anyone I know. Most people I know tend to buy their jeans (and other trousers) in the same shops where they buy their other clothes. Like I did. The oversized knitted jumper (although terribly fashionable and functional)I'm wearing at the moment is from the same shop as my jeans.
How delightfully uninteresting!

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