... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
new truck, histrionic sunrise
before i took this picture, i had just been giggling with one of my favourite customers because one of our night workers must have had a spot of sleepy finger trouble and the chef's invoice was charging eight times the going rate for two kilos of cheddar slices
he and i speculated that the gods themselves must have milked a golden cow on the slopes of mount olympus
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
i shouldn' t smirk ...
the loved one and i travelled back from the big hospital in a comfy taxi and i have been promoted to part-time butler/male-nurse for the time being
she requests the use of her laptop so that she can wirelessly watch her favourite hospital saga, "holby city", using the bbc i-player
half way through the episode, ( which i cannot watch, mostly for reasons of snobbery mixed with delusions of cultural grandeur ), i hear her voice rising in a kind of panic ...
"no, no, no-o-o-oh !"
the television doctors are re-setting a dislocated shoulder, just like hers ... with realistically scrunchy sound effects
file under "gratuitous over-use of the credit card"
... arguably necessary as this book is stuffed with wonders
http://www.spectator.co.uk/columnists/all/3454556/and-another-thing.thtml
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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