"I don't need to take drugs to have a good time, I only need sniff the air to feel high..."

What on earth is going on, here...?

Last week, I read a funny news story online. I told myself "I ought to put it in the blog". Then my good friend ka-os|theory went and did that for me. He then had the shameless cheek (he has two, actually) to pass it on to me. I'm not one to pick up sloppy seconds, but on this occasion I'll make an exception.

According to some government institute, here in Madrid, the slighty onimously-named Superior Council of Scientific Investigations (in spanish it sounds a lot less threatening, I assure you), Madrid's air is laced with cocaine! It explains a lot.

The Spanish are, to put it politely, an exciteable lot. It's why I like them. You can stay up until 4am, go to bed, then get up in a couple of hours, bright and early for work beginning at 8.30. For all self-destructive hedonists, Madrid is something of a Mecca. If I were to tell you some of my post-midnight stories...

Anyway, have a look at the article for yourself. Of course, it's a load of old guff; but fun guff, nonetheless. And, for the sheer nonsensical fun of it, here's Whigfield with her opening lyrics "Saturday night, I feel the air is getting hot." Say it all, really...