Nothing quite like sitting in front of the computer trying to think of things to write about. I don't know if it's writer's block, or just tiredness that is bunging up the well of creativity from which I normally draw. I get immensely irritated with my kids making racket on their electronic devices when I am trying to think. I am very fed up with the school holidays, although I am liking the fact that I am not rushed of a morning, and not having to pack lunch boxes, and all the attendant bullshit that accompanies having school aged children during term time.
This morning I kind of gave up on breakfast television. It seems that the most fascinating piece of 'breaking news', so fascinating it warranted practically being played on a loop, is that Taylor Swift landed in Australia with her current song inspiration, er, boyfriend. The boyfriend is an actor named Tom Hiddleston, and apparently HE'S the one visiting here for official or work reasons, and she's accompanying him, but because it's Tay-Tay (hate the nickname but thought I'd type it), it's all about HER. And oh, how it's about HER. So much so that it was deemed necessary to play the fucking footage of her coming through customs on a loop. The television producers must have thought we'd all be in hypnotic thrall that Taylor Swift has landed in our awesome country, so much so that we had to be subjected to this footage ad nauseum, and beaten into submission with it. Ladies and gentlemen of the Sunrise production team, please take note: most of us don't fucking care if Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston have come to Australia, and those of us that do have a slight or even more than slight interest don't need to be bomboarded with constant 'breaking news' like it's important. It's actually not. Nobody blew a load of nut juice into their jocks. Nobody's vaginal walls were quivering uncontrollably over it. Nobody has hung out the bunting. Okay?
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