I thought of telling the story of The Curious Case of the
Lady Dog in the Lavatory, but decided that posts set in public toilets are a
little coarse. Besides, the bizarre angle on the tale would probably have to be
explained, and I hate explaining things.
I also thought of making a post about the TV ad for some hair
preparation which proclaims NATURAL COLOUR! and then shows a picture of a woman
with lurid orange hair. Her breasts look unnaturally inflated, too, which is
probably immaterial unless you’re inclined to speculate on the nature of the
target audience. But I think I’ve done ads a lot lately.
And then there was the letter I came across recently when I
was going through some old stuff. It was written to my mother shortly before
she died, and said:
It was nice to see you
last week. I’d like to come again some time. Jeffrey was taller and slimmer
than I remember him. I expect my memory is at fault. I wouldn’t have recognised
him, but I would recognise his voice.
No doubt it explains why I was never any good at making
anonymous phone calls. (Voice? What voice?)
Anyway, if ever there’s something to say and I’m in the mood
for saying it, I probably will.
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