As a boy I remember my father once brought home a little pamphlet containing a sexually explicit cartoon strip of The Flintstones called The Fuckstones. All I can remember about the contents is a cartoon of a woolly mammoth poking its trunk in through a window and up Fred Flintstone's arse just as he was in the middle of sexual intercourse with Wilma. This supposedly increased Fred's sexual pleasure considerably. If I remember rightly I thought The Fuckstones was unamusing pointless crap and looked down on my father for finding it funny. But then I was not really a fan of the animated Flintstones cartoon on the television, which had always struck me as annoying rubbish.

Sitting indoors pulling faces at no-one for no reason.

A few years ago it seemed that whenever I went to put the rubbish out in the afternoons (I was working from home a lot at the time), a teenage boy would appear in the street and glare at me as he walked past the house. He looked around 14 or 15 years old, and was wearing a school uniform. I was obviously old enough to be his father, as well as being significantly physically larger than him. As he passed by he used to turn round and look over his shoulder at me, in order not to be the first one to break eye contact as he walked off down the street. I couldn't believe he thought he could intimidate me in this way. Once when he walked past and gave me the usual scowl, I decided to say something (I'd had some wine with my lunch). My intention was to sound like an ironical schoolteacher, and put him in his place with my tone of voice alone. I called out to him:

"Hello there, young man. And how are you today?"

But when I saw the look of uneasy surprise on his face, I realised it must have seemed to him as though the sad solitary geezer who lurked near dirty depressing rubbish bins and stared at him every day as he passed by, was now trying to make some kind of improper advance. He didn't reply and kept on walking. I don't recall seeing him again after that.

I was in a room with my mother. The television was on. My mother was watching a musical. The songs were familiar but I didn't know the film. I was over by the fireplace with a roll of Sellotape. I was peeling off long strips of Sellotape and sticking them to the wall. I don't know why. After a while I went and sat next to my mother. I wanted to see what film she was watching. I was surprised to discover it was black and white, and had Gene Wilder in it. In fact it looked a lot like Young Frankenstein. This didn't seem quite right.

Pretty sure I can hear “Dr. Buck’s Letter” playing on this bus.

Laughed while eating an onion bhaji and it went up my nose. Not pleasant.

A pigeon took flight from the pavement and a woman ducked even though it was about 20 feet away from her.

I found a "Faber Book of Elvin Jones" in a secondhand bookshop. It contained writings by various poets and novelists about the drumming style of Elvin Jones. I tried to take a photo of it but the camera lens kept magnifying and distorting the image.

While waiting at a train station to meet a friend, I climbed onto a large nearby rock which was being used by people as a seat. Upon looking down at my trousers, I was disturbed to find they were thick with black flies all around the crotch area.