Having dropped in to see fellow designer Rob I decided to do my own top 10 perspective on Type Classification. The more this is considered the longer/ruder it might get, I didn’t realise I was so bitter.
01 those which you used at college,
02 ones for mathematicians,
03 any that the elderly cannot see,
04 those that the Americans dislike,
05 unpopular sans,
06 distinctly Dutch,
07 ones with proportionally small caps,
08 light versions to make the printer earn his wage,
09 significantly quirky,
10 those of a foreign nature.

Tribal pride has never been a state of elation for me, even a moderate state of being, I don’t get it, I can’t cheer for England on the pitch, the field or the race track. Possibly some developmental void in my upbringing, a lack of national socialisation, or could it be a desire to support the underdog. I have always felt compelled to be the solitary voice of support in the opposing crowd, a Chetah in a pride of Lions, daring to speak out, wanting to ruffle the feathers of the British flock and disemble their jolly clucking spirit. Well this night in the bright lights of the front room a sport, for which I hold deep dislike, sneaked unhampered onto the TV, I couldn’t resist, it would have been mean, I searched all 567 channels to find a viable alternative but nothing- DAMN!. But how glad I am, those not-so-underdogs are giving our golden limbed woosey dribblers a good old fashion boot in their scantily protected net area. Come on you Croatians.

[hoorah!, full time frolics in the Eastern block]
[25/11, note to all- we have drawn the Croatians in the World cup... I will be there cheering them on]

felt it necessary to bleet and moan
can’t see John the tickets have flown
so popular is the man of mirth
no tickets left not on this Earth

sadness looms and I’m depressed
got a bit angry and somewhat distressed
hissed and spat at the ‘sold out’ sign
turned to drinking discount wine

now I’m getting pretty frustrated
if I’d known they’d fly I’d not have waited
I can’t believe the tickets are gone
and now I feel Jilted, John