Entry for 11th December, 2008 - The Wok of Life

I have been watering the grass today.
By the cuts of a thousand tiny little knives, I become more and more middle class and aged every day. Soon, I will be wearing Farrah trousers keenly snapped up from the pages of an A5 catalogue that fell invitingly out of a Sunday supplement. I will be joining the neighbourhood watch. I will wear driving gloves.
I hate myself. I am a suburban, conventional nine to fiver. I am become all the things I dreaded. And I find myself strangely comfortable. Radio two plays in the background now, providing the soundtrack to my life in my house in the housing scheme, with two cars in the drive.
I could grow old like this. Older. And sooner than I would like. I need some spice. I need some ginger in my stir fry. There’s too much monosodium glutamate in this wok. (The Wok of Life).