To complete my life as a disgusting tick on the underbelly of the consumer leviathan, I went to the opera last night to see Glyndebourne's Carmen. the tickets cost £49.50 ea. (though as usual I bought them at two tickets/300 words) and it was sponsored by British American Tobacco, for heavens' sake, and was mostly about how cool bull-fighting is. Dirty, dirty, dirty ...
But then, at least I'm not claiming that creating random poetry through the medium of sheep has something to do with quantum mechanics.