Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

Another sunrise over Davey Street. To paraphrase Mr Hendrix from some time ago, excuse me while the sun KISSes the sky. Those of you who live in proper cities will be delighted to hear that this line of cars is what constitutes "heavy traffic" here in Hobart.

It's Theme Thursday you see, and the challenge today is that of KISS.

I would like to expand on the subject of KISSing, however life prevents me from exploring it in too much depth. That said, it is a practice that I quite enjoying – in the right sort of company of course.

Alas, I am required at a three hour navel gaze interface all morning, so the best that I can manage is a list of five things that I’d rather be KISSing than go to this meeting today:

1. Decrepit harpy Dame Margaret Thatcher (with tongues);


2. The mangy cat that lurks around my bus stop of a morning (no tongues);


3. A large sandpit full of mud, nails and dead gum leaves;


4. Six of Snow White’s seven dwarves midgets little people (the current concern over swine flu prevents me from tonguing Sneezy);


5. Current Hollywood trainwreck Mischa Barton.

Hang on a tick... Another look at that photo... Scrub that, I’d rather go to the meeting if it’s all the same!