Believe me, I look back at yesterday's image of cheerleaders, and can't imagine why I didn't let myself rip on the topic of these hyper-feminized, plastic creatures sweeping onto the football pitch before smiling their plastic smiles and kicking their legs high in the air, like parodies of a Toulouse-Lautrec painting. My judgement was probably muddied by having too many versions of the USC fight song ringing through my head. Cheerleading may be a ritual, but it's a ritual which is anachronistic in its perpetuation in its current form. Are there any avant-garde, mould-breaking cheerleaders anywhere?
That being said, I return to the pleasures of contemplation - in this case, the door to the outside stairs that's on our second floor landing. I'm eyeing it up: it's a strong contender for this year's Christmas card design ...
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