Wednesday, 13 January 2010
The Weather Inside is Frightful
And so the snow came, whiting it all out, Tippexing us a tabula rasa for the spanking new year, then smearing it all with late-train, grit-stained, blue-knuckled chaos. I thought about making resolutions, considered self-improvement by denial, cutting out the fags, the booze, the fried food and pointless cruelty. Then I shook myself, said don't be silly, sweetie, and came up with the perfect, catch-all resolution: increase my dominion.
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please allow me to join your ranks sack posset. we could finish them off in half the time.
ReplyDeleteThat's as good a self-advertisement as any I've seen.
ReplyDeleteCan you open the door to let the dog out?
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of puppies, and then Ellie mentioned a dog. Did I miss something, or only gather it subconsciously? WHY DID THIS MAKE ME THINK OF PUPPIES?
ReplyDeleteIf I were in your neck of the woods, I'd be putting out the welcome mat and setting the kettle boiling to celebrate your immediate start as my own £7-an-hour poet laureate.
ReplyDeletegamefaced - you're on. Assemble at 0900 hours outside Dewsbury train station. Let's take the bastards down. Bring a packed lunch.
ReplyDeleteMaxine - you never know, Robert Smith from The Cure could be reading this RIGHT NOW and thinking hmmmmm, I could do with a personal assistant....
Ellie - it's not what I'll let out that you have to worry about. It's what I'll let in.
Rassles - it's just your psychic powers. I was thinking about puppies as I wrote it. On some level, I am always thinking about puppies. Hot, spitting puppies.
Bea - I am packing my suitcase. So far I have packed a dozen dolly pegs and a tin of anchovies. Do you think I'll need anything else?
I am glad that you are okay, at half past six.
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