the thing between me and the rage, it's not so robust today.
sometimes its bricks, sometimes its sweat inducing translucent plastic. today its tissue thin. single ply. a fine fine membrane of restraint is all i have.
posted by dodo @ 12:19 pm
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Breathing down my neck
the thing between me and the rage, it's not so robust today.
sometimes its bricks, sometimes its sweat inducing translucent plastic. today its tissue thin. single ply. a fine fine membrane of restraint is all i have.
the thing between me and the rage, it's not so robust today.
sometimes its bricks, sometimes its sweat inducing translucent plastic. today its tissue thin. single ply. a fine fine membrane of restraint is all i have.
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
About Me
- Name: dodo
- Location: London, United Kingdom
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
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4 Comments:
this made me think of Emma Thompson on Jonathan Ross - she was looking stellar and not being overly lovey darling and she stood up to demo something and then looked at the sofa and went 'ooo i've sweated all over that' and then looked very - did i say that outloudish- and then said 'one does what what can, but really the BEAST will out'.
and i knew instantly just what she meant. Somedays more than others, civilty is just the veneer covering the fissures.
i've forgotten my blimming password again, this is Her Imp Maj, btw
would have known you anywhere. it's a good thing i'm home alone today, because I may have said outloudish "is thatmy slippers I can smell?"
I love this post, and I love the comments.
I love love love.
outloudish.
It was recommended to me by a fundraiser from Norwich called Paul, that on days when i find myself far beyond the edge that is sanity and reason, to suddenly shout 'Two fried eggs and an iced bun' at the top of my voice whilst walking on a busy street. He defies me not to laugh, shortly afterwards... this might be considerably cheaper than current trend for impulse buying of concert tickets, giant coffees and large cakes, but equally satisfying and more impactful on a a larger audience.
loving you fine ladys, outloudish
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