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October 30, 2013

Speakers’ corner

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Sweethearts, am close to retreating into my shell. Press freedom?  Sure.

Freedom to speak? Give me a break.

Left minor, and I mean minor, criticism (could have phrased it far more sharply) addressing a columnist in one of our major broadsheets (recent addition to their stable). They call it moderation. Insert me snorting. Moderation? Gagging more like it.

Am hugely annoyed. Not because my witty words of wisdom were erased by people – most likely – less educated.. But because I hold the press in huge esteem. Yet, what do you know. Freedom? Yes, press freedom. One law for you, another for the reader turned commentator. Normally I let things rest. This one? They’ll have another thing coming. And that’s a promise.



October 28, 2013


Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 19:53
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Some of us may live in ‘austere’ times. Most of you will need to add an extra hole to your belt.

Where we all stand united, and it gives me no pleasure to tell you: Dust, dirt, debris. You may run out of money you will never run out of shedding yourself. I have put many design faults at the creator’s door step but this one really does take elbow grease.


October 25, 2013

Two peppers and a bunch of coriander later

Filed under: Style — bitchontheblog @ 06:14

Went to market yesterday. Not to display my own wares but embellish my dish of the day (fish).

The main player – she never makes eye contact on point of sale but will shout her lungs out – looks (at first glance) like a man. No, actually, no – not like a man. Undefinable. Neither one or the other. That’s ok. I feel for her. Glad it’s not me.

Can’t believe it. Cannot believe it: Two new characters have shown up to support and help the family enterprise. They too are women. I only know this because women do hold their bodies and walk differently to men, even if they walk like a man. The Rock would have a hard time to wrestle them down. I am not easily shocked – but I was. MY GOD. Normally, in the name of research, I’d have made conversation,  asked them casual questions. So far in my life I have escaped grievous bodily harm. How do you ask a young woman what it feels like to tower over tall men and have shoulders the width of a girder, the complexion of a weathered farm worker and hands the size of a paddle? Mind you, I will yank up courage – in a week or two. What’s the worst that can happen: They won’t even understand the question.

In German there is that beauty of a word: “Mannweib”. A manwoman. It took me most my life but I have met two, 24 Oct 2013 – within seconds of each other.


October 24, 2013


A chunk of my life’s studies has been on death. The inevitability of death is awesome. I understand the deal: You are born, you will die. Not much of a deal but better than not being born.

What I’d like to know, and I am dead serious here: Why oh why oh why do people bother with embalming (a question hardly ever asked but brought, once more, to my attention just this minute)? I have stipulated in my will and testament, and told the Angel – poor sausage who will have to clear up after me – that I want to be discarded asap, not be drained and then pumped full with formaldehyde. The idea fills me with disgust. Once I am dead leave me alone. Please. Cardboard box. Lid on top. End of story.

To be continued….


October 21, 2013


Filed under: Amusement — bitchontheblog @ 19:12
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How difficult can it be?

When I left the hospital 36 hours after the Angel and I decided to part for the first time (his birth) I was declared a natural by all midwives who had attended to us and observed subsequent latching on.

FOS (Father of Son) bd and pd (before and post divorce) was so satisfied with my mothering skills he declared he’d not only take my lead in matters parental but leave it all to me. Which was good. And no doubt resulted in the laid back, balanced and emotionally astute human being this twenty two year old is, and always has been.

However, whilst the Angel will put the lid down on the loo, wash his hands after, and before putting food in his mouth, makes sure the front door is locked if he is the last one in, turns off all lights and generally makes sure that I am alright, I have failed him miserably. He has a toilet roll bypass. I occasionally – though not yet forcefully – have mentioned that it is a matter of courtesy to replenish tissue when you have used the last. This has not filtered through. Bear in mind: The Angel is one of the most observant people ever. He is one of those people who watch a film and tell you that, in the same scene, one minute the clock showed it’s high noon, the next it’s ten past three. So where did I go wrong with the empty toilet roll?

Whatever you say in reply please do let me down gently.


October 20, 2013

In other news

Filed under: Errors — bitchontheblog @ 09:54
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Some countries do have a sense of humour. There is one (and if you have already heard – my apologies) which hanged a man for carrying a ‘substance’. Though pronounced dead the mortuary guy, just before handing the body over to the family, noticed that the corpse was still alive. They rushed him to hospital. He is now being nursed back to health. Because, apparently, the country’s law decrees that you have to be of sound body to be hanged. For a second time. Talk about deja vu.

Fate too has a sense of irony: A small plane nose dived into a field in Belgium. All eleven on board dead. The passengers were parachutists.

May your Sunday pan out without getting bored.


October 18, 2013

Bottomless pit

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 18:33

Some of you know, at cost, that I have a thing about pride. I am a very proud person. But I do not pride myself on anything bred in the bone. As a lot of people do. Sorry, Sweethearts, whether it’s yourself or your offspring – a lot of what you pride yourselves on has nothing, nada, zilch, to do with merit. It’s just who you are. End of story. So stop preening yourselves.

This lamentable superfluous  first paragraph was brought on by an email I came across earlier today sent from me to GG (gay guy), and a long time ago. A response never received.

“Just one point – and will you please, just for once, acknowledge that even a straight person (that’s me) is trying to understand: Why, oh why oh why (have forgotten his name now) would anyone declare himself (on your blog) as “proud” to be gay? Why? The whole thing is a mystery to me. I don’t declare myself ‘proud’ to be heterosexual. I just am hetero. Nothing to do with me. How can any of us – and please do give this some thought – be ‘proud’ of something we have no control over?”

Yup. And that’s about it. Think about it, gay guys and guyesses. Don’t fucking take the moral high ground with people like me.


October 14, 2013

Rose tinted

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 21:59
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I don’t like reflecting on ‘lying’.  Not least because I have an uncanny knack of knowing when someone does lie. An instinct not enviable. In fact, it’s downright inconvenient.

I am not about to mount a high horse. Lie if you must. And sometimes we must lie.

On the whole, I don’t lie. Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. Also, on a practical note: Lie now, repent later is not my idea of meandering through life.

Do do white lies. That’s why they are called ‘white’. White lies, like politeness, smooth social intercourse. Just don’t lay it on thickly. Hot tip of the day: If and when need to white-lie arises don’t pile explanations and excuses on top of your pile of guilt. It won’t stick. Simple does it every time.

Blatant lies are to be avoided. And if you do feel you have no choice to save your bacon write down your narrative, learn it by heart, then shred your draft. Whatever you do, don’t try and flush it down the toilet. It won’t sink.

Where liars go wrong is that they will – invariably – waver. They forget their own narrative. Which is why crime does not pay. You may think you’ll hold your nerve. And you will. For a while. Beware the one – that’s me – who will outfox you. I have nailed people more than once in my life. It didn’t hold any pleasure for me to be clever. In fact to be clever at outing a liar is painful. Not so much on your own behalf as that of the liar. Who wants to see someone squirm, grasp at straws, fabricating justifications out of thin air?

Do I ever lie? For the benefit of others – yes. And have no qualms whatsoever about it. For myself? No. The closest I have come, and you decide whether it’s morally questionable, though most certainly defensible: ‘Omitting’ detail. Think about it: Omission. How cute is that?


October 10, 2013

Tall tails

Filed under: Amusement,Vicious — bitchontheblog @ 18:06
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I come from a long line of honest fishermen.

I do not wish to single out one animal in particular yet bulls (by virtue of their size) do produce a lot of shit. As do horses. And bloggers.

Rule number one: Try to be consistent. Otherwise you will be found out as the lying bastard you are.

Rule number two: Don’t embellish. That catfish you caught was full of grit and half your size.

Rule number three: Don’t balloon. You may burst. No one likes other people’s shit on their face.

Rule number four: Do not outwit yourself. You’ll never catch up.

Rule number five: Hold on to your skeleton. It might come useful one day. If only to put flesh on it.

Rule number six: Always start at the end. That way you know you’ll finish.

Rule number seven: If you need to bore bore deep.

Hugs and kisses,


October 8, 2013


Filed under: Observations — bitchontheblog @ 19:41
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Before I answer my last four commentators on that ghastly “Leftovers” post of mine – now congealed – let me make myself even less popular.

I am stricken, Sweethearts. Stricken. On many a front. I don’t want condolences, sympathy, or anything. Not even your attention. I am not yet ready to phone the Samaritans and even if, I’d only speak to the one and only John. Largely comparing notes on geese and goat herds. As I fritter my life on the inconsequential, instead of concentrating on the essential, thus doing what LOS (longest standing friend – he who speaks his truth unvarnished, and you will recoil when he does) once told me: “You (that’s me) are sabotaging yourself. ” At the time I didn’t take much notice of it. However, 16 years on, I think he might have been onto something. Can’t say I like Scarlet O’Hara much – not least because I have taken on board her last words: “Tomorrow is another day.”

This minute I need to eat. I don’t feel like it. I am not hungry. Till I have nailed it. Pass me the hammer.


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