Saturday, 9 February 2013

Being Oliver.

Here I am again, as promised, just because I can. Still connected, but only by a thread. The faulty phone line signal will permit slow web browsing, but not streaming. And that’s tonight’s disaster: no YouTube. It keeps stopping and starting. Hopeless.

What value the wee small hours without YouTube? Going to bed without YouTube is like going to bed without supper. I feel like a Victorian waif incarcerated in a workhouse with a cruel superintendent who denies me sustenance, just because he can.

Well, not quite I suppose, but if you can’t exaggerate on a blog, where can you exaggerate?

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I caught a glimpse of Miss Sarah through her kitchen window tonight. I miss Miss Sarah. I do.

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I think I’ll grab a houmous sandwich and go to bed. Wish I had some cucumber.

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Poor me. It’s enough to drive a chap to picking pockets.

5 comments:

Madeline said...

I have experienced this feeling, i.e., "If I can't watch a video at 11:30 at night of Hamlet the mini pig go downstairs to eat oatmeal, what's the point of living at all?"

JJ Beazley said...

What's worse is spending most of every day thinking 'What IS the point of living?' - not because you're depressed, but because the existential confusion gets worse with age.

Nice to have you in the 10% club.

JJ Beazley said...

Hamlet the mini pig?

Madeline said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7leMctSTMc

JJ Beazley said...

Unable to use YouTube until the phone line's fixed. Remind me on Wednesday?

We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.