I worked my first night shift in a couple of months last night, and consequently, when I woke up mid-afternoon after six hours of sleep I was tired and disorientated, and I had a dull migraine that was almost certainly caused by the spring sunshine attempting to burn it’s way through my bedroom’s blackout blinds.
A couple of paracetamol later and I’m sitting in front of my computer, finishing off my third cup of coffee whilst contemplating ordering myself a pink mohair cardigan in the mid-season sale. Keeping in mind that I actually bought a pair of flared jeans last week, these are strange times fashion-wise for an old man like me.
Anyway, the fashion strangeness continues:
Korea Herald » Dress like a poet, express inner identity and stay on trend
“A quiet, introspective mood is reshaping fashion. Dubbed “poetcore,” the trend channels the romantic sensibility of writers into understated silhouettes… extending literary influence beyond bookshelves and into wardrobes.“
Yes, ‘poetcore’ is apparently a thing.
And this:
FEMA Official Claims He Sometimes Spontaneously Teleports, Including Once Directly to a Waffle House 50 Miles Away
“I ended up at a Waffle House, like, 50 miles away from where I was.”
Strange times indeed.



