taboo

I learned two things this week: how to laminate, and the fact that Tori Amos' Cornflake Girl is about female circumcision. I'd always suspected that it wasn't really about cornflakes. I learned this from a discussion on Resonance FM, in which somebody was talking about having heard the six-minute album version played on Heart. Which does seem odd, now that I know what it's about. Then again, there's something about those kind of stations that drown even the most shocking tracks in blandness. So that if they started playing early Einsturzende Neubaten on Smooth, I probably wouldn't notice.

As for lamination, there is really nothing to it. Place the document centrally in the 'pouch', wait for the blue light to come on, and feed it in. Call me the Laminator.

Except that's the name of the machine that does it. Hm, maybe I've got this mixed-up in my mind, maybe Cornflake Girl is actually about lamination. So what was I doing in the office then?

Oh my God.

At lunchtime I glimpsed a folded over copy of the Sun in the coffee lounge, bearing the partially-obscured headline: KID PORN. Which, for a moment I took to be the name of some new star of the music scene. If it isn't, it probably should be.