It is one thing to spark up a doobie and get laced at parties, but it is quite another to be fried all day.
Long inured to hospital waiting rooms – in every private hospital whose chairs my arse has graced the only available reading material has been the Daily Mail and the Daily Telegraph, and the Cambridge Spire Lea Hospital is no different – I took advantage of yesterday's hunt the brain session to catch up on some reading on my iPhone.
"Your iPhone?," I hear you ask.
My iPhone.
Thanks to an iPhone app called Instapaper I can save articles upon which I stumble while surfing for donkey porn for later reading. Instapaper comes with a cross-platform story-clipping bookmarklet that aggregrates my reading list and synchs the clips to my iPhone when I fire up the program.
Instapaper also reformats the web pages you clip to make the text properly readable on the iPhone's screen. All in all, it's a smashing little piece of software.
Yesterday Instapaper served up this Times article from last month, that I must have parked just before I went on holiday.
I'm assuming the Philip Collins responsible is not the folicularly-challenged former Genesis drum skin botherer.
Either way, it's a decent trot through Some Good Things Tories Have Done Down The Years and a fairly brutal critique of why PDB and Gideon – apparently oblivious to history and ideology – haven't the first clue how to differentiate between their arses and elbows.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.