Wednesday, 21 May 2025

Things I Don't Understand.

I don’t understand why a charity shop on Ashbourne has a sign on the door saying ‘No Dogs.’ It’s why I rarely visit that one on principle.

I don’t understand why the human race regards sex so highly. I’ve reached the point in life where I now realise it’s boringly trivial and rather messy. (I didn’t used to see it that way, and I gather that neither do certain religious traditions.) Maybe my new focus in life should be to consort only with virgins.

I don’t understand how Netanyahu can commit genocide willy-nilly and get away with it.

I thought of another one earlier, but I’ve forgotten what it was.

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I encountered Ms Medeea, my ex-dentist, in Ashbourne today. It seems she hasn’t gone back to Romania after all. She omitted to say whether she lives in a castle and engages in nocturnal, ne’er-do-welling practices guarded by a troop of gypsies and a pack of wolves, but it was good to see her. (Readers of longstanding will remember that she’s one of my heroes.)

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