What lies beneath.

This weekend it was again blatantly clear to me (on three occasions, no less) how strong some undercurrents tend to run in certain frienship circles. I may be making a sweeping (also perhaps life threatening) statement here, but I really think most men (read:me) are oblivious to these goings on, unless directly involved of course. This is where I have to shrug my shoulders and cry "I just don't get women."

Now I'm a pretty perceptive guy, but it's almost like this type of stuff transmits at a frequency too high for mere mortal men to pick up. Hell, on reflection, this is probably a good thing.

Oh and another thing, I've always disliked the term "group", when referring to a circle of friends. I think its sounds exclusive and insular. Those of us who enjoy mingling with several (sometimes diverse) circles will know what I mean.

If you're wondering what the hell the picture is, it's an eel. I could not think what to use to go with the today's topic: things under the surface. Too sinister perhaps but definitely freaky.

Lastly, something that I think my fellow locals can identify with: In this city there are three things that are certain in this life. Death, taxes, and CAR GUARDS. More about that later when my blood pressure returns to normal.