Is a funny film, but not a great lifestyle choice. For some reason, the grindstone of daily repetition has this week, more than most, worn away my patience. No, there is a reason actually, its that ^*@!§° Phil Collins remake of Cyndie Laupers 'True Colours'. Phil Collins has a lot to answer for. My mental wellbeing since about 1988 for one. After the second time I heard it today, I launced into this post.
Anyway, generic FM is just adding another layer of repetition to my already exceedingly repetitive workday. There is also my soul-destroyingly repetitious colleague calling his mother at 11.45am on the dot every single day to re-enact the exact same conversation. I could repeat large portions of one half of it, even down to the tonality. Don't get me wrong, it's nice that he calls his mother. I just don't need to hear it.
Anyway, I move this weekend, which equals change. Apparently it's supposed to be good as a holiday. I'm sure it will be after my muscles have recovered. Thank you for listening to me whinge, that was awfully nice of you.