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This has nothing to do with anything that happened this week, but a while ago I read a quirky feature about “rejection therapy”, which can be described as asking people for things to which the answer is likely to be “no”.
I do think my almost-fear of asking questions is a bit of a problem sometimes, but this is not the place for introspection. I found myself embarking on my own small project, which consisted of asking for a “filter coffee” in Starbuckses – it’s advertised on the menu, but seldom actually available, and when the “no” came I’d settle for a watery, more expensive americano. It’s stupid when I could get a nicer, more ethical drink from any independent cafe, but there’s something about the quest for the unobtainable that makes me want to keep trying. I wonder if it’s possible to make a map similar to the McDonald’s broken ice cream machine one.
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(Reminds me: I caught another expired domain name at the start of the year, davidlynchcoffee.co.uk. It’s got some what tossers call link equity, so I should auction it off.)
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The Old Farm, El Tractico, the East Anglian derby. The first time I’ve seen horse shit on the road here – on other matchdays, apparently the crowds are too mild-mannered to need policing on horseback. I hope someone entrepreneurial has scooped it up to sell to rose gardeners; it’s a good fertiliser but absolutely not suitable for houseplants.
The above commentary on the power of branding is sure to appear on the cover of a Business Studies textbook soon, and I’m blown away by how quickly it appeared when I typed “horse muck” into Apple Photos.
(Here’s what the sign looked like in 2008, nearly ten years earlier; imagine what it looks like now.)
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I noticed the skin on my face looked more radiant, less dry, which must be the effect of drinking lots of water to stifle a cough, so that’s something.