Random Thoughts With BFC, Volume 34

Remember that old SNL sketch “Fecal Matter with your host John Fecal”? No? Yeah I figured it was just me. It was a solid (heh) talk show format with a specialized host and topic. Well, we ain’t exactly doing Pod Flies Open around here, but what about in written form, maybe say like a mix between John Fecal, Jack Handey, Balls’ 25 questions, Rev’s take on Larry King, and I don’t know, my own fucked up mind? With that backdrop I present to you the thirty-fourth edition of a potentially sporadically recurring irregularly scheduled Random Thoughts with BFC! Now also (occasionally) in open thread form! If you want to make this interactive, drop a note/question/bon mot in the comments ala my old Mouth Flies Open  attempt at an advice column.

• It has been brought to my attention that the NBA playoffs are underway. Twas news to me, and I’ll consider paying attention in later rounds.
• Greetings from France! Funemployment remains undefeated and is enhanced with cheese.
• Unfortunately yeahright and I have not crossed paths here as he is in the north and I am in the south. C’est la vie.
• Let’s do a quick lightning round on some of the random things I saw in England before having the Gaul to leave and come here.

• I also have an inordinate number of pictures of cocktails I consumed whilst in the UK, but that’s probably not as relevant to everyone’s interests. 😉
• I’ve been reading a lot during what I’ve come to call my pretirement, and that has included some very intellectually arrogant books that insist of referencing obscure and mainstream academic sources as if they’re common fucking knowledge for anyone. As a result, I’ve been thinking a lot about how folks like David Hume, Adam Smith, and John Stuart Mill could publish something called “On Liberty” or “A Treatise of Human Nature” and just assert some shit because no one else had done it before then.
• Can I just publish some blog posts as a book called “On Morality” and excoriate modern society?
• Seriously, I’ve been thinking about it…
• Speaking of writers, today is Shakespeare’s birthday. Allegedly. It’s definitely the day he died.
• I have nothing salient to say on this point, but I don’t need to given how I’ve structured these ramblings.
• At one point while I was in London, I walked past an Italian bar and coffee shop in London called “Without Papers.” Can’t imagine that shit would fly just about anywhere else.
• Also, I did NOT expect to be at a bar in East London hearing a local laud malort as not only underrated but delicious. Those Brits are not known for their culinary taste.
• As a palate cleanser, how about one cocktail pic from my latest sojourn to Sharky and Rikki’s favorite London bar and then I’ll wrap it up so you can get on with your days in normal time zones?

• Seriously a magical place. Really fucking expensive but delicious.
• And not to be confused with this place I stumbled upon days later.

• It wasn’t all just drinking and sightseeing while I was in England. I mean, it mostly was, but I also went and practiced with the London Swans, one of the Aussie rules footy teams over there AND I went and got a library card from the British Library. So you know Brick is going to be mad jealous that I have that AND a Library of Congress card.
• In conclusion, England remains a land of contrasts.
• And with that, it’s time to drive to a new city and eat more cheese and drink more wine. Rough life, I know. Go ahead and curse me out in the comments!