Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Three Pet Hates.

1. Adverts, politicians and corporate executives. They only count as one because they’re all at the same end of the spectrum.

2. Being woken out of a dream by an alarm. The idea of having a piece of technology destroy my choice of reality looks pretty obscene from where I’m sitting… lying.

3. Not having the right person to rub tiger balm into the two big muscles which sit either side of the spine, and which are aching from standing too long, painting skirting boards in an awkward position, and sitting on a computer chair which is both old and inexpensive. The Mintz is conspicuous by her absence. I miss The Mintz more than most.

I admit, this post is clutching at straws. That’s because I had less than five hours sleep last night and my brain resembles a modern TV picture viewed from a tight angle – still all there, but a little on the wan side. Tomorrow is another day (I hope.)

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm planning on replying to you. Just collecting thoughts in a very tired mind.

JJ Beazley said...

Tired minds are much more debilitating than tired bodies, aren't they? Maybe you should rest it.

I'm well down in the dumps today, but here's a thought for you to ponder:

Did you know that in Dallas, Georgia, males over 18 outnumber females over 18 in the ratio of 4:3? Is that good news or bad?

Anonymous said...

I'm resting it, no worries.

Well, get out of the dumps. It stinks down there.

It's good news for most chicks, but not of much consequence to me. I'm not looking much at the moment.

JJ Beazley said...

Ah, but the dumps were caused by the prospect of having a rare piece of magic destroyed. Long story.

Sara, do I detect a hint of a tetchy tone here? Are you sure you're quite all right?

Anonymous said...

Long stories and destroyed magic are never happy.

You do. I'm wholly well. I got out of a very bad relationship a handful of months ago, and it's left a bad taste in my mouth. I'm no longer a hopeless romantic, but something more of a staunch realist. It's, as you've said regarding other things, too personal for a public blog. I'll tell you in Greenland.

JJ Beazley said...

Mmm... Best check the parka for moth damage, then.

I'm not sure that being a romantic is something you can give up. You only play at being a staunch realist while it's dressing the wound. How about compromising and becoming a staunch romantic?

But that's just my opinion. It's been a hard life...

How do you get to Greenland anyway? By icebreaker? (Sounds like I'm being clever, but it was purely accidental.)

Anonymous said...

The more correct way to say it, I guess, is the romantic has been tempered by strong realistic tendencies.

JJ Beazley said...

Then I wish these tendencies every success. I could never get the hang of it myself. My heart is far too wild and wilful ever to be tamed by cautionary intellect and the benefit of experience. The poor old brain tries its best, bless it, but it only achieves modest success at best. Your mind is probably stronger than mine.

Anonymous said...

I have a strong mind and a strong will. And once I've been badly hurt, I become very hesitant. Thus the new view.

JJ Beazley said...

Whoa... OK, I get the picture. Please don't shoot the messenger. I'm sorry you got badly hurt, Sara. In my experience, the best people usually do.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I didn't have any kind of aggressive tone. Very neutral, actually. :)

JJ Beazley said...

No worries. It's just that I'm not used to your tough guy side. Bloody New Yorkers!