of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
i dreamed about my parents ...
i think our dreams only take a few seconds to happen, even when they seem long & complicated
in this one, i was walking in a sunlit park with an unseen friend, besides a large level expanse of lawn backed by dark trees
i caught sight of my parents walking side-by-side across the grass & looking very happy & relaxed
surprisingly, they looked younger, perhaps in their early forties, and rather prosperous ... well-dressed & well groomed
and i said to my invisible friend something like ...
"i know they are only ghosts, but would you mind if we just stop and watch them until they fade away ?"
in this one, i was walking in a sunlit park with an unseen friend, besides a large level expanse of lawn backed by dark trees
i caught sight of my parents walking side-by-side across the grass & looking very happy & relaxed
surprisingly, they looked younger, perhaps in their early forties, and rather prosperous ... well-dressed & well groomed
and i said to my invisible friend something like ...
"i know they are only ghosts, but would you mind if we just stop and watch them until they fade away ?"
Friday, March 30, 2007
advanced diagnosis exercises
Q At what point might the patient first have questioned his own sanity ?
A The patient, X, was seen cooking some expensive pork sausages on a Friday evening.
He was then observed searching his fridge for HP Sauce.
Finding none, he was heard speaking in a re-assuring tone, although no one else was present, uttering the words,
"I suppose a little Branston Pickle never did any one any harm !"
A The patient, X, was seen cooking some expensive pork sausages on a Friday evening.
He was then observed searching his fridge for HP Sauce.
Finding none, he was heard speaking in a re-assuring tone, although no one else was present, uttering the words,
"I suppose a little Branston Pickle never did any one any harm !"
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
passing battersea power station on the way to work ... a thought occurred ...
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
the price of fish
waiting in the line at john's mobile fish stall in the village of horsted keynes last friday morning
sez little old well-heeled lady, a poor imitation of the queen's lady-in-waiting ... "i'll have blah blah blah, please ... er, um, is it expensive ?"
sez wheezy old cockney john, voice deeper than the northern line, a sweet man who should have retired fifteen years ago ... "all my fish is expensive madam, because i only buy the best !"
and he does !
Monday, March 26, 2007
sparrers carnt sing
a couple of weeks ago we were driving around the north terminal at gatwick and we were late for check-in
avis had forgotten to say that their north terminal car rental base no longer exists
trying not to panic after three fruitless circuits, we were back in a lengthening queue at a manic roundabout
from the corner of my eye & through the open window, i saw, on the verge, in a tiny triangle of verdure, a little brown bird that crouched and glared at me, almost close enough to touch, whilst pure & penetrating music gushed from his throat
not a sparrow, but a skylark !
what better omen for the start of a memorable holiday ?
avis had forgotten to say that their north terminal car rental base no longer exists
trying not to panic after three fruitless circuits, we were back in a lengthening queue at a manic roundabout
from the corner of my eye & through the open window, i saw, on the verge, in a tiny triangle of verdure, a little brown bird that crouched and glared at me, almost close enough to touch, whilst pure & penetrating music gushed from his throat
not a sparrow, but a skylark !
what better omen for the start of a memorable holiday ?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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