I swear this must happen only once in a blue moon, so to speak. My favourite colour has ALWAYS been blue. I even chose my University for it's chromatic identity among other things. But then I saw a pair of lime green loafers in the SoHo flagship store that shall remain nameless (they don't even put the name on the door anyway) and I couldn't afford them, so they are just illustrative anyway. But there is something astounding about the colour green, specifically lime green. I've always liked citrus A LOT, so unless you like drinking blue Curaçao, you can't really enjoy the taste with your favourite colour there. So today when I was having a moment buying a diet coke, the fact that some douche had STOLEN my lighter from the King's Arms in Oxford, which was a REALLY good use of £1.50, I had to buy another lighter. The selection was the usual 99cent bic variety, so it might as well have been arbitrary, but my hand was drawn (some may have noticed that ALL hand involving actions for smokers are passive, and the smoker has no control over what he does) to a lighter of an amazing green colour. It's lime green transparent. Oh wait, I should mention I had watched at South Park Christmas special the night before in a Westchester motel room, and a visit to Canada was modeled after The Wizard of Oz. The Parliament was modeled on the Emerald City, which I must own is probably a REALLY cool place to hang out. But I still haven't figured out what to make of my shift in favourite colour. I have a feeling it means a lot. I hope it signifies a recognition of being young and capable for a short, albeit meaningful length of time in one's life. For someone who thinks they live in a semiotic universe, colour is incredibly important, so it bothers me that blue is no longer as cool (in the chromatic sense) as it had once been. Don't critics always say that blue is sposed to be relaxing? And green is so lively! (BTW the Dartmouth variety is never being considered. That's not lively at all)