It's like watching my life

I watched The Trueman Show again tonight.

I remember when I was at The University of Greenwich all those years ago.

I spose it was like 1996 (ooh, 10 year ago now) and I was sitting on the couch with the usual friends in 25 Aragon.

I told all of my friends that I believed that those bastards who produced the Trueman Show had stolen my idea, not so much my idea, more my belief.

Back then, I had believed for quite a while that either I was being analysed and that everyone around me was in on it or that some of us were being analysed and some of us were in on it.

Now I know that Mary Jane had a huge influence on my psyche ((not sure how to spell psychee) please see Hello dolly)) in those days, but to be fair, I'd had that feeling way before we were introduced.

Right now, I guess things are different. I haven't thought about the T.S. phenomenon for time now.

I don't know if I still think this way.

It's just that, I dunno, I can't quite believe that nobody is watching.

There are no falling satelites, no finger crossing wives and definitely (always thought definitely had an A in it until Wendy's ice breakers) no long lost fathers.

Maybe its my Ego.

Perhaps Echobelly were right, Everybody's got one.

Skuse my ramblings but it's late. I'm one finger typing and Alan Cohol has no intention of leaving the building till Super Lisa wakes from her post working week slumber.

Anyways, on a more real note. The World cup starts in 13.5 days.

I've waited for this moment for 4 years.

Guess what, first my video and now my 1980's T.V. go bye bye.

Great timing, particularly as my pot is already full off piss.

Things never change..........