Friday night (low)lights

Random entries from the Wonder Woman notebook that sits next to my laptop...


Sending out more pheromones than an Orion slave girl.

"He doesn't know where I come from. He doesn't know what I've been through in my life. I've probably had more streetfights than he's ever had in his life. Believe me, I have my own demons in my head. He has no idea how dark I am within my head"
- Georges St-Pierre on Nick Diaz, from "UFC Primetime: Diaz Vs. Condit" (broadcast in January)

Special Agent Muggins

That plot wasn't worth the beer coaster it was scribbled on.

Thrown up by memory V: drug dealer at Shark Bar?

Help! They're holding the rain prisoner in tanks!

King of congee

What Libby Page in "The Guardian" called Facebook's "culture of competitive sharing".

Randwickington-on-Sea

"I set off after flashing nights/With five who also saw the lights"... Genuinely wish I could remember more than the opening couplet of this epic poem I composed in my late teens. [In summary: six men leave a post-apocalyptic village to investigate strange lights in the sky. One expeditioner is murdered in his sleep. The party starts to break down. Further on, another death. Then two more - the men who were supposed to be on guard duty. The narrator angrily trusses up the "killer", only to wake the next day and find that poor wretch has been murdered as well. Stumbling away from the body in shock, he reaches the landing site and is reunited with his own kind.]

Whatever will Amazon think of me?

If a person says they've never cared for The Beatles or The Stones, I'm instantly filled with distrust.

Vita-Weat worms