Bitch on the Blog

June 6, 2014

Where there is a well there is a void – not necessarily to be filled

Filed under: Amusement,Happiness — bitchontheblog @ 04:44
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One of my water cooler moments is “coming to a conclusion”. I don’t like conclusions. They are one way streets. No, they are dead ends. Once you have reached a conclusion you are there, you have arrived. Unless you do a U-turn. In a one way street. Happened to me on my first sojourn to England. There I was in my Renault (R4 – tiny) being forced to inch my way out in reverse gear by a Rolls Royce (somewhere in Surrey). That’s all I needed to know about the British class system. There is no mercy. Why I wasn’t beheaded there and then I can only attribute to the fact that I am not one of Henry VIII’s wives.

As usual, and thank God for mega mercies, writing my intro to this post I have now forgotten what conclusion I came to a few minutes ago. It can’t have been a pleasant one. Otherwise I wouldn’t have thrown myself at your communal bosom.

It’s what I love about myself. Always have – and why, basically, I have never progressed past the age of five: One moment there is hail, thunder and lightning. The next the sun shines. And keeps shining.

U

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  1. Do not assume that possesion of a Rolls tce is necessarily an indication of class after all it has been said that:” It’s a spiv who drives a Rolls and a Gentleman who drives Bentley.” that was, of course, before Bentley et al were bought by “Johny Foreigner”.

    BTW in those far off days a gentleman would have his Rolls Royce driven and serviced by a properly trained Chauffeur.

    Comment by magpie11 — June 6, 2014 @ 10:30 | Reply

    • I hope that your conclusion returned in due time.

      Comment by magpie11 — June 6, 2014 @ 10:31 | Reply

      • My conclusion has not returned. Thank whoever is in charge.

        As to Bentley. There is a rolling disagreement within the wider family. Many years ago son and I landed somewhere. Airport. On trying to pick up hire car we were upgraded. Yes, Magpie, such are my charms. I hadn’t even opened my mouth yet. Now, I swear it was a Bentley. However, apparently Bentleys are so expensive no one in their right mind would hire them out. Both the Angel and my father agree that the upgrade was a Jaguar. Whatever. I don’t care any longer. Let everyone be right. I am happy to be wrong. Saves energy.

        That ‘gentlemen’ in possession of a Rolls Royce can afford to be “driven and serviced by a properly trained chauffeur” is a myth. I was once taught a tough economics lesson: Just because someone drives a Rolls Royce doesn’t mean he/she is swimming in money. Apparently quite the opposite. Considering how much a BMW or a Mercedes cost.

        U

        Comment by bitchontheblog — June 6, 2014 @ 10:55 | Reply

        • Ah! I was talking about “real” gentlemen….. as in “Landed Gentry” not nouveau riche and I did modify by the use of the phrase “far off days”… Interestingly almost ant Tom, Dick or Harry (not to mention Mary, Jane or Ann) seesm to be able to afford either a Merc or a BMW (or both) if the number roaring around here these days is any indication……. and you can get a BMW via Motability as well…. my sister has one and here her latest bloke is the “registered driver”…….
          As for me : I don’t drive. I never had the desire to but I did once learn. I wonder if what my mother once concluded, with the dental receptionist, about televisons goes for cars? Those of us without Televisions were really high class aparently. That, in spite of my father milking cows for a living.
          Must take my tongue out of my cheek.

          Comment by magpie11 — June 8, 2014 @ 13:31 | Reply

          • Dearest Magpie, please do forgive me in advance. I am highly suspicious of people who don’t “drive”. It’s a life skill as far I am concerned. Like swimming. Cycling. Not putting a screwdriver into an electrical socket.

            My first husband didn’t drive. On principle. Not that stopped him from being driven (by me). His sister, a year younger (my age), flunked so many tests she was banned forever from driving. Maybe it was something in their mother’s (a highly competent woman) water which incapacitated them. That’s right, Magpie, Mother is always in the wrong. As it happens as of yesterday my father is so in the wrong I am not sure when I’ll get over myself to ever talk to him again. He sure milks cows. Unfortunately, unlike yours, not for a living.

            Hugs and kisses,

            U

            Comment by bitchontheblog — June 8, 2014 @ 13:51 | Reply

  2. That is not a five year old phenomenon. Writing the introduction and forgetting what it was all about. That is what happens at my age!

    Comment by rummuser — June 6, 2014 @ 10:35 | Reply

    • I am not saying we are at opposing ends of the age spectrum, Ramana. However, what you are talking about couldn’t be further away from my five year happy go lucky always distracted by that butterfly five year old self.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 6, 2014 @ 10:56 | Reply

  3. Indeed – One moment there is hail, thunder and lightning. The next the sun shines. And keeps shining. – harry Chapin covered that in song – All my life’s a circle. No beginnings and no ends. Conclusions be damned!

    Comment by shackman — June 6, 2014 @ 20:29 | Reply

    • It must be quite wonderful, Shackman, to always have a piece of music at your fingertips to cover all occasions, all eventualities. Though do remember, correct me if I am wrong, that you are not into “classical” music.

      Not sure whether this is amusing or plain stupid: I sometimes become obsessed with a particular piece – and will listen to it (full volume) ad nauseam. The Angel drew this to my attention years ago. In recent months I have been listening, at night, (on his snazzy limited edition Motorhead earphones) to a piano concerto by Mozart. Again and again and again. Mind you, the only version I allow is that with a Japanese pianist. Can’t say I am particularly fond of the Japanese. Not because they are Japanese, but because inscrutable faces I don’t feel comfortable with. However, this Japanese is incredible. She conducts and plays her piano with passion, with warmth. Anyway, and I may have mentioned this to you before: Whilst I am most certainly not musical (whatever that is) some tunes, indeed whole symphonies, are so embedded in my brain I can “switch” them on at will. Which will be useful should I ever go deaf. For decades of my life I never understood how Beethoven could write music after he lost his hearing. Now my penny has finally dropped. The hearing goes on among your grey cells, no decibel needed. Not that he was short of decibels. The forefather of metal. It’s true.

      Am slightly worried at your assertion that “life is a circle”. Though, I suppose, useful when you need to take up where you left off.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 7, 2014 @ 02:10 | Reply

      • U I enjoy classical music – I guess you could even say I am into it but I do not know it well at all – other than popular pieces I’dd be hard pressed to name the composer for any piece – even those I really like. My fave is a rather innocuous piece called Pachelbel’s Canon. I have a friend who was a musician that has attempte4d to school me to her utter frustration.

        As to life being a circle perhaps it just refers to repeating the same mistake again and again – or simply that we use days/weeks/years to mark events and those keep repeating themselves so it is somewhat natural to see similarities here are the lyrics

        “All my life’s a circle;
        Sunrise and sundown;
        Moon rolls thru the nighttime;
        Till the daybreak comes around.

        All my life’s a circle;
        But I can’t tell you why;
        Season’s spinning round again;
        The years keep rollin’ by.

        It seems like I’ve been here before;
        I can’t remember when;
        But I have this funny feeling;
        That we’ll all be together again.

        No straight lines make up my life;
        And all my roads have bends;
        There’s no clear-cut beginnings;
        And so far no dead-ends.

        Comment by shackman — June 9, 2014 @ 11:57 | Reply

        • Deja-vu. I call it a faint feeling of the familiar. Which is great if the familiar was great, and not so great if the familiar wasn’t great. So either “run” or “stay”. Unless spellbound.

          What you write reminds me of one of the – in my mind – most tragic figures of Greek mythology: Sisyphus. I think most people – at some time in their lives – will have to push a rock up the mountain only to see it roll down again. As metaphors go it can’t be much bettered. Unless you are that unfortunate Prometheus nailed to a rock, his liver being daily fodder for eagles.

          Other than that, Shackman, let’s take comfort from playful kittens chasing their tail.

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — June 9, 2014 @ 12:35 | Reply

          • Funny you should mention kittens – we have 6 here to give away at the moment. A couple of cuties.

            Comment by shackman — June 9, 2014 @ 13:50 | Reply

          • BTW – re that music in your head – My friend Ron says the same thing – songs he writes are clear as a bell in his head – and while not complex stuff like classical I think there’s something to that. You must be more musical than you think. You are probably not old enough to recognize Ron’s most well known pieces as he was the ghostwriter for the Dave Clark 5 in the sixties. His biggest sellers were Because, Bits and Pieces and ANy Way You Want It )his ode to the Kama Sutra – LOL)

            Comment by shackman — June 9, 2014 @ 14:16 | Reply


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