Bitch on the Blog

August 22, 2013


Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 20:06

Am on war path. Except I don’t know what where who why how.

Want an argument? Lesson number one: Find someone to argue with. Preferably someone of a friendly disposition. There is no point arguing with those who don’t give a toss about you. Or you not giving a toss about them. A cul-de-sac by another name. First time I came to England I took a wrong turn in Surrey – of all counties. Adjacent Hampshire slightly more accommodating. Had to reverse out of a one way street faced with an angry Rolls Royce. It coloured my view of the nation before I’d even said ‘yes’.

Don’t say I am easily discouraged.




  1. What’s up you angry old bag?
    Tell daddy all about it

    Comment by John going gently — August 22, 2013 @ 20:31 | Reply

    • Remember ‘Duck Face’ (Angela Chancellor) in Four Weddings and a Funeral? I don’t exactly identify with her though wish someone would call me Duck Face. Or Bear. Or something. So I could ignore them. Still not decided what to call Hugh Grant. Bastard. Why is it that some men are so bumbling and still adorable? Have to hand it to Liz Hurley: Keep your loved ones at arm’s length, yet close. It’s how I have maintained the longest standing friendship of my life. Decades. Sandpit.

      Other than that, John: These days I sleep better knowing that should the Angel tire of me he can decant me at your place and you’ll find me a coop. I will look after the orphaned and not sit on them. I will fight foxes to my last feather and lay an unfertilized egg in the morning. When my time comes please do make stock. I promise it’ll be rich.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 22, 2013 @ 20:58 | Reply

  2. Daddy tried
    But didn’t quite grasp your gist

    Comment by John going gently — August 22, 2013 @ 21:35 | Reply

    • Dear Daddy, that’s ok. At least you tried. And it’s Anna Chancellor not Angela. Funny how the mind works. Whilst writing to you earlier I remembered dear old Duck Face (all things fowl springing to mind whenever I think of you – I said fowl not foul). The actress’s name being Chancellor and, bingo, by association Frau Merkel springs to mind. Her first name being Angela. As long as I don’t address cabbage as Helmut I won’t need admission to a secure facility.

      I note that you are not being drawn on whether you will give me shelter when the time comes. Not that I do have worries on that front. As you haven’t got it in your heart to turn away a bulldog I am sure you’ll let my beauty graze out her dotage too. If only to balance the vista. Talking about dogs: Many years ago my brother “inherited” my youngest sister’s dog. A tiny Dachshund. It was a sight to behold. This slender tall young man (think David Beckham) taking Tiny for a walk. Alexander grew in my esteem immeasurably. It takes a man and a lot of self esteem to walk, in public, what amounts to no more than a sausage (on a lead). So self assured he is no one laughed. Well, I did. But only in that benign way that affection allows.

      Where were we? Shelter. For your troubles I will bake you a Swiss Roll, a Black Forest Gateau or whatever else may win you first prize at your next village affair. Even better, John: Have egg, will Scotch.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 23, 2013 @ 02:30 | Reply

  3. A Rolls Royce? All I can think of is the following story… ay oung man, a bit the worse for having taken drink tried to cross the road only to be knocked over by a large Rolls Royce motor car. As he lay prone on the tarmac he looked up and saw a ruddy faced man in an expensive suit looking down at him.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you coming.” the youg man said.
    The man in the suit sniffed and looking down his patrician nose said,”Young man, you are not supposed to hear this car coming.”

    Sorry, I’m not in the mood for an argument.

    Comment by magpie11 — August 22, 2013 @ 22:10 | Reply

    • That young man clearly English. Only the British apologize if you stand on their toe. And before I forget, David: You don’t need to be “patrician” looking down your nose to drive a Rolls. Quite the opposite. I once knew a rather boorish man who – no joke though it is a joke – bought himself a new one because the ashtray was full. If he’d had real style he would have done so quietly instead of letting everyone know about it.


      PS No need to apologize: You are probably the last person I’d pick an argument with.

      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 23, 2013 @ 02:41 | Reply

      • A Head Teacher under whose direction I once worked came out with a completely random observation:” A spive drives a Rolls Royce while a gentleman drives a Bentley. ” the ensuing conversation concluded in agreement about the subtleties of the British Class System. A titled person will have their Roller driven for them.
        Now the term Roller I used deliberately as it always seems to me a term a spive would use whereas titled person would use the the term Rolls as in, “Bring the Rolls round please, Jenkins.”

        Comment by magpie11 — August 24, 2013 @ 08:45 | Reply

  4. My husband & I disagree a lot. Would I rather be happy or RIGHT? –RIGHT of course. But husband doesn’t allow it always with an opposite opinion. He says it’s not “his opinion”, just another viewpoint. What the HELL!!! Even when he’s gotta know I’m RIGHT I get this. 😦 What should I do?

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 24, 2013 @ 20:42 | Reply

    • What should you do, Cynthia? Not sure. Your husband sounds a bit like my father. My mother, preferring to be happy rather than right, rarely pipes up in his presence. Which gets my two sisters’ goat big time. Well, it’s too late now – as I keep telling them. Each marriage has its secret.

      You may take comfort in my confirmed opinion that couples who still disagree with each other after more than fifty years at least have something to talk about. There is a lot to be said for strife.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 24, 2013 @ 21:02 | Reply

      • I gotta set the record straight.
        It’s like my husband says. He’s showing me there are other viewpoints. I’M the one with the opinion problem. He doesn’t form opinions. Hie sees all sides. His mind is open. I want to be RIGHT so I don’t like other viewpoints. (I’m working on it but it’s hard. 😦 )

        Comment by bikehikebabe66 — August 27, 2013 @ 18:35 | Reply

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