There's something that is deeply disturbing when the best laid plans of mice and men go awry. It's like the elusive friction that you forget to take account for in your calculation, even though subconciously, you know it's there. It's just a downright reprehensible action to flake on the plans you just merticulously laid; I wouldn't exactly use merticulous cos I thought it up on the way to getting my thumb bruised by badly pieced cutting apparatus.

Here I am, listening to bad Sly music on 933 where the St Nicks girls are obviously 'so enthusiatic' about his performance in their school, whilst pondering on my next course of action.