Lady Justice is missing an orange

There were umpteen things wrong with Lady Bon­jela today:

  • Item: Lady in pur­ple. Now. Let’s see. I’m going to go to all the effort of wear­ing a pur­ple dress, acces­sorise with pur­ple glasses, a rather funky pur­ple bag and YES! PRAISE JAYSUS! I will die my hair a del­i­cate shade of pur­ple. But. I will wear black shoes. Why? Surely the eas­i­est thing to have in pur­ple is shoes. Why even I, Lord of Unfash­ion, have a pair of pur­ple shoes. Ok. DMs. Ok, I don’t any­more because they squeaked or some­thing that I can’t remem­ber now. I used to dis­like the soles. The oil and water resis­tant soles. Ugly. But I digress.
  • Item: No fliers please. Which was so nearly, nearly ‘No pli­ers, fleas’. Which is a really easy to fol­low instruc­tion for pet own­ers with a par­tic­u­larly poor under­stand­ing of vet­eri­nary science.
  • Item: that last­minute ad on the tube and bus shel­ters that talks about mak­ing new friends in the sea. And then eat­ing them. What is WRONG with you peo­ple? And as if the text wasn’t bad enough, they’ve kebabbed some sea-horses. Now I may be an evil omni­vore, but I am fairly clear that I have never, ever, eaten sea-horsey. And the sea­horses are all look­ing at dif­fer­ent things. Evil. Evil.
  • Item: David Lynch should be back on the television.
  • Item: There is no ‘i’ in team. But there is one in may­on­naise. Let that be a les­son to you. And before you get all smarty, there is no ‘u’ in may­on­naise. But there is one in ‘but’.

It’s quite hard work writ­ing all this ran­dom rhubarb. I might return to shal­low vapid­ity tomor­row. As ever, if you’re pass­ing through, feel free to sug­gest some non­sense for me to riff off.…

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