I was walking in to work today feeling good about the world this morning. I got a seat on the train, I got a seat on the tube, I’m going on holiday on Thursday night, I’ve got my new shoes on, it’s not raining, I’m wearing black eye liner - there’s a lot to be feeling good about. Turning in to the courtyard of where I work, my MP3 player shuffled on to one of the best rocking tunes on the mother rocking earth. I began strutting my stuff up the street, because I am at one with my music, and because me and my music ROCK. I was, in fact, getting perhaps a little too into the music, if you know what I mean. But that aside, I strode up the steps to work keeping in time with the rhythm and I don’t mind telling you I felt pretty damn cool. And then the pointy end of my stupid new boots caught in the seam of my over long trousers, I stumbled, I fell forward, I regained my balance and I kept walking so damn quickly I nearly went head first into the glass door.
Oh yeah, I rock.
Oh yeah, I rock.