In which I profess my love for Florence and the Machine, Mad Men and Cruella DeVil.

Well lo and behold, despite my own misgivings regarding the blogging phenomenon here I am again. Currently listening to the dulcet tones of the divine Florence and the Machine. She probably would have looked like Joan off Mad Men back in the 60's. Or perhaps not. Alas, my many attempts to blend two of my favourite things generally don't work. Oh well.

To the events of the day: probably the most exciting thing was the brief interlude in my literary theory lecture wherein the lecturer thought it necessary to show us a clip from the musical 'Hair' to demonstrate her point. Shame I don't actually recall what the point was, but it was nice to have some entertainment in the middle of what was quite a dull lecture. 'Theories of the Body'. Thrilling.

I'm currently debating the title of this blog. I thought at the time 'A Dandy in Decay' summed me up quite nicely. Not as sure today. I don't think I quite have the funds to finance an attempt at playing the dandy, let alone one on the wane. I once read an interesting quote regarding dandy-ism. It was something along the lines of 'a true dandy-ism is effortless; to make an effort is to fail at this' or something of that ilk. I suppose it's quite true in a way. Anyway, I still like the idea of a dandy in decay, so I shall stick to that for the time being.

In fact, the whole idea of dandy-ism is quite alien to my background. I was (this may shock you) actually brought up on a dairy farm in a small provincial village. One of those places where everyone knows everyone else and most people are related. A farming background generally results in one having some form of relationship with the land and the beasts, not in pursuing a degree in English Literature. Very much the black sheep (my own wit astounds me). My mother blames this on her letting me watch Disney films as a youngster. Her excuse for this is that all her friends had girls, so I just got dragged along. Probably explains a lot. But I always did root for the villain, be it Jafar in 'Aladin' or the fabulous Cruella DeVil.

Just debating whether to do some work for tomorrow, or whether just to stick on a DVD and have a cheeky alcoholic beverage. I'll let you guess which is looking more appealing.

Adios.