57 plus 22: If it’s not one thing, it’s another…

Posted: 8 September 2021 in 57 plus
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I’m genuinely but irritatingly bemused at mysef this afternoon. After Monday’s ‘I’ve not got much to write about today’, I had a different issue this afternoon.

I had something to write about; oh, boy, did I.

But, rereading what I wrote, I realise once again the truth uttered by a former boss:

If you make a speech in anger, you’ll make the very best speech… you’ll ever live to regret.

Because I am angry today, and I’m also in pain). And while the combination of the two often aids the writing… it’s equally often that it’s wiser not to publish that writing without some… reconsideration and, I suspect, some judicious editing. I should probably remove most of the swear words for a start. Not all of them, but most of them.

I’ll merely add that the blog entry was about politicians, and lying, and politicians lying, and accusations of lying, and the hypocrisy that I conclude is by now inherent to British politics, exhibited by politicians, activists, and supporters and critics alike.

So, yeah, that one will be along at some point… after I’ve calmed down a bit.

Instead you get… what?

(And the above explains why you get an entirely abstract pic as the ‘image’ for this post. Genuinely couldn’t think of anything else to use.)

Well, you get two of my favourite ‘overheard’ comments; I never understand why anyone would think the ‘overheard’ comments people report are too convenient to be true. Sure, if they oh-so-coincidentally-make-exactly-the-same-political-point-as-you-often-profess, they may be entirely invented. But the weird ones? The bizarre ones? the ‘awww, that’s cute’ from kids ones? I feel sorry for nyone who assumes they’re invented; they’re missing out how weird, how bizarre and how cute… people are.

So here’s one I heard about 2am that took place outside my [previous] flat.

I’m was going to bed and a couple started arguing as they’re walking past my block of flats…

Him: Well, it’s fucking private because I say it’s fucking private.
Her: It’s not fucking private if you do it in front of people.
Him: Well, it wasn’t in front of that many people.
Her: If she’s stark fucking naked and you’ve got your hand there, the number of people watching isn’t important!
Him: I don’t know why you’re so upset.
Her: It was my fucking sister!
Him: …and? You fucked my brother!
Her: Hardly the same thing! I’m married to him!

And then they walked out of hearing distance….

It’s almost as good as the flat out weirdest one, which took place in a coffee shop, at South Mimms Services.

Woman 1: I’m really sorry about last night.
Woman 2: That’s OK.
Woman 1: I just didn’t realise how late it was.
Woman 2: I told you, it’s ok.
Woman 1: But if I’d have known you were in bed with him, I wouldn’t have phoned.
Woman 2: Seriously, we didn’t mind.
Woman 1: Are you really sure?
Woman 2: Yes. If anyone can call him late at night, it’s you. I mean, he is your husband…

Erm, yes.

Aren’t people fun?

See you tomorrow, with… something else. 

Fifty-seven more days. Fifty-seven more posts. One fifty-seventh birthday just had.

I’m trying something new with this run. I’ve signed up to ko-fi.com, so if you fancy throwing me a couple of dollars every so often, to keep me in a caffeine-fuelled typing mood, feel free. I’m on https://ko-fi.com/budgiehypoth

This post is part of a series of blog entries, counting up from my fifty-seventh birthday on 17th August 2021. You can see the other posts in the run by clicking here. (And you can see the posts in the run counting down to the birthday here.)

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