These three photos were taken at 21.17 this evening.
The saying is that ‘It’s a dog’s life’.
It’s a cat’s life.
I have no idea where the fourth furry little
fuc feline (Beano) is.
Asleep on a windowsill somewhere, probably.
I had been wondering what I could write about this evening, in my attempt to keep up with Young Masher on his annual pilgrimage through the February blogosphere.
I was wondering so hard that I accidentally fell asleep.
And then a cat climbed on me.
So yes, part-roused from my doze, I thought I’d give all four cats a place in this evening’s outing.
Except one of them has decided to leggit, obv.
So I’ll hold that blog post back for another night.
I had a good title for it and everything.
But this title is better, because it gives me an excuse to run out my favourite Fun Boy Three track.
It is too easy to accept the stripped-down simplicity of this song at face value, without appreciating the musical kaleidoscope that the backing harmonies present.
And then there are the lyrics.
Sad that a protest song written for a specific time of trouble should have the same message, and the same impact, in the early 1980s, as it does in 2018.