It’s funny, isn’t it, how many things we take for granted in life? How many things go wholly unmentioned, even wholly unconsidered in any even minutely conscious way – and yet, when they are suddenly kicked away you realise just how much of your internal organisation, your mental integrity, your structural soundness altogether, rested on these unexamined pillars. One of mine, it turns out, is the belief – no, surely more than that?
The sure and certain knowledge, in my bones if never alas vouchsafed by my mere mortal eyes – that Bruce Springsteen does not wear pyjamas. This is fundamental, surely? This is an eternal verity.
According to what I can only describe as reports, he is a loyal customer of the venerable sleepwear shop Schostal in Rome, which was opened in 1870 by two brothers from Vienna. There’s a photo of Bruce hugging the manager, Shirley Braine – to whom he apparently sends regular postcards – and everything. The Boss sleeps in pyjamas.
Acceptable province of 1950s boarding school boys, your worst boyfriend, and your dad. Please go carefully about your day and from the fragments of your shattered psyche may you rebuild better soon. Party conference season is almost upon us – I know!
Try to contain yourselves! – and the preparations for fun times are gathering pace. News breaks that Blue Beyond, a young Conservatives group (and I always like to know that they’ve found each other rather than roaming free and confused), is offering as a grand raffle prize a BuzzBallz signed by Kemi Badenoch! I said try to contain yourselves!
And not only is it signed, but it is a large BuzzBallz! In case you are not as young as a youngster or as cool as a Conservative, I should explain: a BuzzBallz is a spherical plastic container that contains a cocktail, usually of a lurid hue and unsubtle flavour profile (the inscribed orb itself is Berry Cherry Limeade and whyever not?). They come in two sizes – small, which is a bit larger than a tennis ball, and large, which is a bit smaller than a football.
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