You know those times when your personal music player of choice plays a series of songs on random that seem to mesh so well with your environment at the time that you suspect some kind of secret mind reading technology is at work? How ACE is that?

This morning I had the exact opposite.

On the Jubilee line: Cramed in with pasty commuters including one guy who looked like Pete Doherty might look if he drunk a bottle of scotch a day for the next 10 years and didn’t get the sores on his hands seen to (note the strange juxtaposition of web 2.0 approved bag and overpowering aroma of Magners filtered though sweat glands).

On the iPod: David Lee Roth - Just Like Paradise

♫ This must be just like living in paradise ♫
… er not really.