Standing at the bus stop this evening, I was trying to remember what it was like to be truely cold. Harking back to sitting on windswept ground, hiding behind my rucksack, watching the scudding clouds go by, yet still enjoying myself. When the cold was in my limbs, the bitterness in the wind, and the deep pains came from outwith.

I was being very drunk last week, and tried quoting some song lyrics that I thought were relevant to a conversation I was having. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember what the lyrics were, and they weren’t as deep an meaningful as I thought anyway, but that wasn’t the point really.

What I was doing though, was trying to put into practise one of my theories of life. I can almost make it through each day quoting only Southpark (for it is great), especially a certain Mr Cartman (and his special song – "I hate you guys / you guys are assholes / especially (insert name of my current target) / I hate him the most / Come on you guys, you know the words"). For anything slightly more meaningful, however, I turn to other sources. With over 3600 songs in my playlist at the moment, I’m pretty sure that I can find lyrics to cover every emotion that I want to express. What I wasn’t so sure of is if the one song can consistently say what I feel; they usually miss the mark after a few verses. Yesterday I found it though – number 2814 says everything I want to say, and nothing else. But to tell you what the song is would ruin all the fun…