Wearing a tie renders an everyday outfit respectable unless you are a schoolboy with the amazing ability to make everything appear shambolic. This is a new and interesting fact about me wearing ties and now for the crazy.
4:15pm this afternoon I went outside to the office courtyard to have a cigarette, by this time I was seriously considering plotting a way out of this damn planet, for good when something shifted and a long forgotten sentence scrolled in. What you think is what you feel. Simple stupid. This is something I already know, if I pay attention to what I am thinking I can start to change the way I feel. Simple stupid. So I lined up the troops for battle and what do you think happened?
A tilt and a shimmer, the upstairs window nearly jumped out of its frame and in an instant the beast unhooked and was lost. The SMH called it the mystery of shaking houses but I know what it was. I'm wearing a tie and my black dog shook the world in retreat.
