Bitch on the Blog

September 28, 2012

Some like it hot

Filed under: Amusement — bitchontheblog @ 02:33

One of the more often remarked upon merits of my blogging posts (and emails) that the recipients have no idea what I am talking about.  A bit like shooting in the dark. I am intrigued: I always know what I am talking about (at the moment I am talking about it).

Being in scientific mode I decided to put this to the test. So having written many an email to a friend who appreciates me more than others (hence he is forgiving even if baffled at times) I also wrote blog posts – all in various states of undress. And let all them all sit there.  For a day or two. No send, no publish button. Just let them sit. And then I reread them. Guess what: To my utter amusement I too find that winding road of my thought processes not always easy to follow. There is the odd ravine. Try not to miss the bend.

In fact, come to think of it, why do have countries where – to this day – people think nothing of driving slightly impaired under the influence have ravines, bends, curves, cliffs – all designed to keep undertakers in business? And not just Italy. Try Spain. It’s a miracle I am still alive. No, I wasn’t the driver. Actually, the answer is simple: Precisely because they learnt early on that you’ll never know what’s round the corner they know how to negotiate it. Maybe a slightly wonky theory but still: It’s a theory. I love theories. Theories don’t demand anything. And few will wish to be put into practice. Practice is of no interest to theories.

Other than that – in theory – this minute I’d love to dance the Tango. I am terrible at Tango so don’t rush to sweep me off my feet unless you are a good leader.




  1. Ursula,

    You’ve outdone yourself this time! I am thoroughly confused. Will return after several drinks to see if any of this makes more sense, or failing that, maybe to ask you to Tango…

    Comment by Phil — September 28, 2012 @ 04:01 | Reply

  2. Okay, now you’re just playing with us. At least Phil can go drink himself into some astute observation or lead you in a smoldering tango. What, my friend, are my options? All I have are my wits and my…well, my wits–and they are often as fickle as cat with a full belly. Maybe I’ll call this comment “Marshmallow” and let you ponder its meaning… 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — September 28, 2012 @ 12:19 | Reply

    • Your wit, Lorna, will do nicely. Maybe you and I shouldn’t do the Salsa whilst getting you up to speed for your most painful and trying athalon.

      ‘Marshmallow”? Is that Turkish Delight by another name? I don’t do sugar.


      Comment by bitchontheblogUrsula — September 28, 2012 @ 13:25 | Reply

  3. Until this, I have always known what you were talking about – I think. Perhaps I only thought I did and was mistaken but if you don’t point it out, then I can go on with the assumption that we are on the same wavelength – be it a bit static from time to time.

    Comment by writingfeemail — September 28, 2012 @ 23:34 | Reply

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