Thursday's Hymna-Hiroshima

nothing compares to you sings Sinead. but what does she know? what about a great big train robbery? what about a 60-vulture circle of vulture-kings and queens circling high over a big hole in a sandy desert somewhere created by, er, the descendents of that guy who built that bomb that wrecked Hiroshima, the hole filled with body-parts and broken limbs and week-old indigestible blood? and what about, 300 double-decker buses staying end to end for a non-stop trip from, say, Paris, to Vladivostok, all passengers highly susceptible to travel sickness, heat and cold, and the color red? and how about Wagner squaring his ring cycle; JK Rowling using her clout to have the Wiggles perform Mein Kampf; or Metallica and The Queen doing a short series of cookery shows for HBC, from the bottom of that desert hole? from where I sit, whoever you are, you'd need to be pretty damn meta-physically incomparable. ahh you are