Mobs running around with bricks and setting buildings on fire may sound like a riot, but honestly Pumpkins, the whole French revolution thing has been so done. I mean nowadays you can get bread almost anywhere, I’m sure most homes in London have some form of plumbing, and as to cutting people’s heads off – it probably wouldn’t go down well. So, really, what’s the point? Seriously. Anyone?
Across the channel in Coco country, young men in hi-tech lycra-spandex (you can never really tire of those words) are spinning around the Pyreneum hills – up & down, and up & down, on their little saddles. It’s a sight to behold, Pumpkins. Unfortunately, it’s a ‘look but don’t touch display’. I was barred after storming a particularly prime piece of peloton. Which I’m quite huffed about. Why should all that male bounty not be shared? I want my portion of free fraternité!
Unless you want to talk about a swarm of ticked t.a.’s storming the Air Canada Centre. Now that has possibilities. I imagine Calin stepping out and pronouncing “Let them have tickets to Madonna”.
