As a follow-up to the fish-tank toilet I linked to whenever-it-was, here's a german company selling fish elevators. FishLoft ist eine frei stehende Wassersäule für Ihren Teich. Not a new idea, I'm fairly sure it's in the Half-Bakery or somewhere of similar value, but I like the enthusiasm and the perky logo. At the bookshop this weekend, I turned up a short story collection called Dreams of Dead Women's Handbags. The first story featured a man who turned his kitchen into a koi pond, complete with ornamental bridge. If only I were fictional! I too could effect rearrangement of my living space inbetween pages. And I'd never have to clean. Unless I ended up in a book about cleaning.
Last night I dreamed I was watching Thom Yorke's new side project band at the Zodiac. Everyone was vaguely familar from other bands, but I couldn't place them. They kept on fluffing the songs and bursting into giggles, which was quite something. Thom Yorke in giggles.
Latest pear suggestion: cook with cherries and ginger with sugar and half a cup of water. You'll need to leave the lid off at the end to reduce the syrup.
Right, I'd best drag myself to work then.
P.S. WAKE UP!
