The split
I would like to tell you it’s all good, but the truth is I think you fell on the wrong side. There was a split, you see. Unknowingly, I walked in and stepped in it and split it, down the centre, more or less, with a trusty pick axe and a bucketful of gin. More or less. And the thing is, is that this was supposed to be the good side, and I don’t know I mean, I still think this is the good side. And that’s good. Right? But when I look over there, over the gaping chasm, I see… I don’t know, you know I see them and they’re cool, too and whatnot and things. I lapse into vagueness because the nothing creeps over the painful bits, and that’s good, too, you know, that’s as it should be. I am here to protect me from it all. I am here to protect me. Only me. Because no one really wants to know how itchy this suit of armour really is.
24 June 2008 at 6:28 pm
Which is itchier: the armour or nylons threads?
24 June 2008 at 9:30 pm
I read this post first on a mobile phone, whilst travelling home in a minicab. I wasn’t sure it had line breaks, because the browser on my phone is rubbish. So I wasn’t entirely sure that my reaction was the sort of reaction I should have.
I have now read it again. And it was.
I slmost embarrassed myself in front of a (thankfully) monosyllabic minicab driver earlier. Let’s just leave it at that.
25 June 2008 at 11:08 am
oh ani, I know just what you mean,and sometimes that chasm seems so huge, as if there is everything else on one side and just me , on the other.
I should like to know you underneath that armour.
( hello AUW, I just wanted to say , I’m appalled and yet impressed in equal measure -you read posts via mobile phone? Oh god, I suddenly feel totally Victorian.)
25 June 2008 at 10:09 pm
Clarissa: Ha. The word ‘itch’ makes me itch.
AUW: Aw. You read me on your mobile? I am touched.
Isabelle: Yes. Exactly. :)
26 June 2008 at 11:23 am
‘with a trusty pick axe and a bucketful of gin’ - great line. What one couldn’t achieve with that pair. What one couldn’t wreck.
26 June 2008 at 12:46 pm
I’m glad you’re there to protect you.
26 June 2008 at 3:26 pm
Jem: Thanks. I’m wracking my brain trying to remember where I nicked it from. :)
Z: Me, too. Though sometimes I think a big, strong man might do a better job. ;)