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Dun Laoghaire seems to be devoted to being surreal these days. Yesterday in the supermarket, I saw a woman pushing a stroller, in which was a small dog, fully dressed as a baby, and looking quite at ease and comfortable. Instead of a bottle tucked into a side pocket, there was a packet of dog biscuits.

This morning, perched on top of a skip full of branches, stones, topsoil, and other outdoor debris, were a slightly battered looking Hewlett Packard printer, with a label on it saying "No. 7", and a pair of nice, fairly new looking men's brogues, with no laces.

It's gorgeous weather, it's Friday, there's a game tonight for which I have Ideas of Some Evilness, and the Head Marketeer isn't in today, nor will she be at all next week. Colour my mood much improved.

Surreality II

Wandered out to get something to drink with lunch (too warm for coffee today). Walking along the street toward me was a very tall woman with very black skin (we're talking deep space black, #000000 here) wearing a bikini and sandals, and arm in arm with a very old white guy who looked like Old Indiana Jones, eyepatch and all.

They were getting stared at quite a bit, and seemed to be enjoying it.