Strike a pose there's nothing to it

I have a new wannabe friend on FB. Never met the guy, don't have any friends in common, and I can barely see his face from his profile because his thumbnail is one of those selfies, taken by the guy of his reflection in a mirror. So the camera's over his face, but you get to see plenty of bare torso. I don't mind selfies, but this is a strange form of introduction. Think I'll pass.

Vanity is OK, I haven't enjoyed it properly in a while, it bores me a bit. But I am looking somewhat unkempt so it's time to take more care. Short red hair can be a bit Sideshow Bob/Simple Jack, but dark brown gets heavy, blonde anything is a no-no in winter, cos it makes me look like a pair of eyebrows in the snow. I have seen two pairs of earrings I fancy, one like stars and the other like dinosaurs but that would mean getting my ears pierced again. With Whitby and Munich on the cards I don't fancy the wind nipping my neck and ears, and cold metal against my skin would be horrid. Yes, this is what hats and scarves were meant for, yes I like hats. But still.

There, that's me done thinking about that. Everything ends in 'But still...'

Of UKip

This explains everything:

https://audioboom.com/boos/2550913-what-do-ukip-stand-for-james-o-brien-s-takedown-of-this-supporter-is-effortless

The Comedy Queen

I don’t have a moment’s sorrow
Undiluted by sunlight;
I have dust motes
On the surface of a mirror
Cracks in the pavement
Alloys in joy

Clown shoes in a trunk
An unquiet jester
Who cannot stop laughing
And won’t let me, either.
And when I say ‘stop now!’
It looks so puzzled,

Belled head jingling:
Scalps on a belt.
‘But you know how it is,
You know very well.
And you can’t stop to
Filter blood out of ink,

Tell the travels of clouds
Or believe in true lies,’
Sorrow untouched
By anger or laughter
Is a reed in the river
Too rare for entangling

The slim crescent rises
And frog music plays
Above, a patient star says
Cast your tears to flight
For the song is waiting,
And everything, everything is new.’