Thursday, May 20, 2010

Nothing Happens

Thursday, and it is one of those days where -with a regularity that is both startling and inevitable - nothing happens. Not that - these days - we are that keen on the unexpected, it does after all and almost by definition mean that some awkwardness is about to result from its intrusion.

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Back when we were young, and able to get beyond page 37 of the Kama-Sutra without medical assistance, we used to long for days of excitement, glamour and full-frontal extreme rudeness. But, of course, it rarely, if ever happened, and with a phlegmatic pragmatism that seems somewhat lacking in the youngsters of the majority of post-war generations, we settled for a life of mundane tedium and extreme and exotic sexual perversions.

However, there are times - usually at those times of reverie when lubricating the weasels, or putting our local Post Office counter staff into the tupping restraints - when a life of glamour and excitement does seem quite appealing, even though we know deep down that it is all shallow and meaningless.

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