Like A Lady's Mimsy

If I were an individual apple pie, I'd have a well structured pastry case. My top would be soft and crumbly, with a little ornamental apple decoration, however my pastry case would be resiliant. Never would anyone have to worry about me falling apart in their hands. They would be able to hold me in one hand and use the other to cup falling crumbs, rather than juggle chunks of sticky apple and pastry. The foil casing I'd sit in before being consumed would be slightly shorter than normal, not quite reaching the tip of my height, therefore making me easier to seperate from it to begin with. Everything about my design would be efficient yet delightful. And my apple filling would almost certainly be Bramley.

Phone Gag No. 5

If I were a mobile phone I'd be pretty darn fussed if someone used me to play music on. After all, my primary use would be to make calls. Yeah, it'd be flash for a while as I could show off my Sony Walkman affiliations to the other, musically-challenged phones, but the novelty would wear off quickly. From then on I'd be forced to suffer as the latest Cascada choon was forced through my system and out of my tiny, pitiful speaks at noise levels so ridiculously out of my range that all that can be heard is a terribly, tinny reproduction of the music that was originally uploaded (which in the case of Cascada would not be a bad thing). Worse yet, I'd be embarrassed that I was the cause of such disruption in places such as trains and shops as my council estate owner (with the daft-looking high rise cap perched on the back of his head) ignorantly let my speakers blare to the apparent annoyance of everyone around us.

Although I have to say, I'd be loving the WAP service. My world opened to a universe of knowledge in a few simple button clicks. Shame I'd only get to use it to check the football results and download pictures of Keeley Hazell.

Prick Love For Pricking

If I were a heart I'd be broken. For all the tales of true happiness, true loves and true courage are a hundred tales of true sadness, true despair and true heartbreak. The world is a cruel playpen for us, it's bastard children. As if life wasn't hard enough externally we are given these uncontrollable emotions to contend with also. If there is a God, or several, then He is truly the Jigsaw of this world in which we contend with Saw-like tortures of the heart, mind, body and soul. No wonder the human being is prone to self-destruction. We are all Fortune's fool.

He's Not The Messiah, He's A Very Naughty Boy!

If I were John Lennon I'd haunt the Pope good and proper. The Vatican have "forgiven" Lennon for saying The Beatles were more popular than Jesus. Apparently he was "just showing off". Do you think the religious 'superior' will ever get tired of dictating to us lowly sinners? It's hard to take them seriously, however, when they act in such a condescening fashion, describing The Beatles' music as a "unique and strange alchemy of sounds and words." A backhanded compliment if ever I've heard one.

Bless 'em. You get the idea that the Vatican thinks the entire world has been boycotting the biggest band in the universe since the late 60s in retaliation for Lennon's blasphemy. When was the last time you listened to a Beatles song? Now, and think really hard, when was the last time you went to church? In reality, I'd wager that more people sit indoors listening to The Beatles of a Sunday morning than those who regularly talk to the Chap Upstairs. Have you read the Bible recently? It hasn't aged well. Revolver on the other hand? Still fucking brilliant.

The Beatles may or may not have been more popular than Jesus in their heyday but, what with the cynical social mindset present in these unfortuitous times, they certainly are today. If I were John Lennon I'd be pretty happy with myself right about now. Although I'd have shagged Yoko Ono too. Can't win 'em all, eh?

Holy Seat!

If I were a chair I wouldn't let obese people sit on me. Besides my extremely low threshold to pain it would be a stand against the "growing weight problem" in Britain today. Of course, if you don't read the tabloids and merely look at the people you pass on the street then you'd know that there is no "growing weight problem" in Britain today. Sure, there are a few tubby folks but are there really any more than there were five years ago? I see enough attractive, healthy looking people to make me both suitably jealous and think that it's all a hullabaloo about nothing.

Not that I'd know that of course. I'd be a chair. How would I pass anyone on the street? Think on...

It Means Nothing To Me.... Ahhhh, Obama!

If I were Barack Obama I'd be shitting myself right now. He didn't win by that big a margin after all.
If I were Barack Obama I'd make sure I was packing heat before the inauguration. A 9mm poking out the top of my chinos would make all would-be assassins think twice yo.
If I were Barack Obama I'd bitch slap Oprah. She gives black people a bad name. Four hundred years for Oprah? Daaaang.
If I were Barack Obama I'd have game.

If I were Barack Obama I'd be the 44th President of the United States of America. Thank fuck it wasn't Palin.