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September 3, 2013

The bell tolls

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 18:43
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Haven’t worn a watch for ages. Can’t stand that feeling of restriction around my left wrist. Father of son bought me (twice) a Gucci watch (bangle style – so not quite so tight – twelve differently coloured interchangeable surrounds to match my clothes). I lost both. Still feel terrible about it. On his behalf.

Neither do I carry a handy/mobile/cell phone. So I never know what the time is other than by intuition. Great conversation opener with strangers: “Can you please tell me what the time is?” Naturally, no one knows what you are talking about since they will be plugged into some ear device rendering me mute.

Whatever.

Who needs time when it is ticking away at an alarming rate?

Never ever watch a clock which indicates seconds draining. It’s being masochistic at its worst.

U

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12 Comments »

  1. I don’t wear a watch either, well it doesn’t go with my leather studded spike straps for one thing but I do own one, a watch that is, actually I have three watches (yes I am getting on with my comment next, sorry about the waffling) but I don’t wear any of them. So, what have you been getting up to today, anything with a little mischief added or naughtiness perhaps? Well I only asked.

    Maybe we should break out the scones, strawberry jam and a nice cup of coffee, don’t worry I know where the kettle is so just sit back and enjoy the notion of Andro preparing your scone and coffee, I will be smiling of course, perhaps even singing you some of my Ozzy Osbourne favourites as a treat.

    Okay hold the thought…

    Have a lovely rest of afternoon and a wicked evening also.

    Andro x x x x

    Comment by Gray Dawster — September 3, 2013 @ 20:28 | Reply

    • I could cry, Andro. Thank you for your comforting sentiment. Don’t know the last time anyone made me a cup of anything. If I sound like Oliver Twist it’s because I do. Yes, it’s nice to be looked after once in a while. Which is why when the Angel and his friends order in Pizza or any other takeaway they make sure to stuff me to the brim. The brim being low threshold since my appetite seems to shrink in inverse proportion to my age. Pity. Since I do not just like cooking but eating too.

      Yes, Ozzy Osbourne. Santana – how befitting your sideline. Love the guy. Not least because he is such an idiot. Not surprised that Sharon’s eyebrows are permanently raised. Amazing, when you think about it, how some people make their bed and the mattress never sags. One of the reasons I choose quality over quantity.

      Afternoon tea it is then. Or Coffee and Sachertorte. My place, Vienna or The Ritz?

      U

      Comment by Ursula — September 4, 2013 @ 03:48 | Reply

      • You are welcome Ursula, and it is definitely your place, I prefer the comfort of homely surroundings rather than the snobbish glare of aristocracy and it also saves me drinking my coffee with my little finger sticking out.

        I will also treat you to a box of Milk Tray chocolates but instead of me balancing precariously over the washing lines, braving the high walls and leaping through your bedroom window I will just knock on the door and politely hand them to you, and of course with a nice bunch of red roses for your kind invitation.

        I will even wash up and side before I
        leave, so how about that for wicked?

        Have a lovely Wednesday Ursula.

        Andro

        Comment by Gray Dawster — September 4, 2013 @ 14:39 | Reply

  2. My “best” watch is set to become a family heirloominous…..
    Pst! Afternoon tea? Go to some secluded tea room in Devon…..

    Comment by magpie11 — September 4, 2013 @ 10:35 | Reply

    • Funny, you should say that: The one and only ‘heirloom’ of my beloved grandmother was a gift by her youngest son. On her death my grandfather slipped it over my eight year old hand. it was almost still warm.

      Afternoon tea in “Devon”? Sure. So Agatha Christie. Don’t forget to invite Miss Marple. Naturally, Hercule Poirot (David Suchet), impeccably mannered as only he can be, will barely be able to conceal quel horreur at yet another British monstrosity.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — September 4, 2013 @ 10:54 | Reply

      • I cannot stand Suchet’s (brilliant) portrayal of Poirot… Ustinov I marginally prefer….

        My eldest has my father’s £12 10s ex army watch; Our local hotologist used to beg me to sell him the movement so it must be good. Have to admit to finding watch movements fascinating…. like Thorens record decks and Nagra, Studer and Revox tape machines. Brilliant Swiss engineering.

        Comment by magpie11 — September 6, 2013 @ 10:35 | Reply

        • Interesting how we all have favourite actors to play the exact same character. There is a fastidiousness about Suchet’s Poirot which would drive me to the brink if I were Hastings. Yet, he is so impeccable so charming so full of kindness full of sympathy even for the worst perpetrator of crime I’d be eating out of his hand. Am tempted to commit a crime myself – just to attract his attention. And prove to him that there is the PERFECT crime.

          Know what you mean about Ustinov. In the same way why some people think Margaret Rutherford the most splendid Miss Marple ever. Whilst she was grand – I have my other favourites – each for my own reasons. And many a Miss Marple to choose from over the years.

          Clock is ticking …

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — September 7, 2013 @ 18:39 | Reply

  3. I have several newish watches which I don’t wear. And I don’t have a cell phone. But I sure miss POCKETS. Why don’t they put pockets (deep ones, not ones to decorate) in women’s clothes anymore?

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — September 4, 2013 @ 13:50 | Reply

    • Good question, Cynthia. One reason I can come up with that ‘full’ pockets destroy the shape, the outline of a jacket. or a coat dress. I dare say that’s why handbags were invented.

      I do have a dressy jacket (it’s golden – absolutely wonderful) of which I have never undone the stitching of the side pockets. Yet other jackets (say, leather or denims) are very forgiving, being bulky in the first place: Shove your keys and all your change into them and no one is any the wiser. Still look great. So, I suppose it does depend on the material. On the other hand: My winter coat. Don’t ask. Both pockets killed in service. Where once there were pockets there are now holes. Irreparable. Which is what I should have remembered some time a year or two ago. But that’s another story.

      Anna Wintour greetings,
      U

      Comment by Ursula — September 4, 2013 @ 15:28 | Reply

      • I have snake-hips. Stuffed pockets at my hips make me look sexier. 🙂

        Comment by bikehikebabe66 — September 10, 2013 @ 20:24 | Reply

  4. Beautiful thought provoking blogging, why watch time tick away? It Is almost masochistic as u said and I will never look at my 5 watches, 3 clocks, 2 phones, tablet or cooker display the same again! Thanks lool

    Comment by NatesPOV — September 10, 2013 @ 12:09 | Reply

  5. Scoff at me if you wish, but I can’t wear watches because they stop working when I wear them. I’ve replaced batteries weekly; I’ve had their internal guts tinkered with; I’ve even tried the old-fashioned wind-up kind. No luck. Someone Up There doesn’t want me to be so concerned with deadlines, me thinks… But I do have various all clocks. The electric ones work great. Battery-powered ones fail miserably.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — September 10, 2013 @ 14:07 | Reply


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