I’ve decided to re-try my hand at something I haven’t done in a long, long time - reading. It’s been a while since I last perused something in print other than a price tag or the occasional newspaper headline so this is a big step for me.For some reason I felt compelled to choose
I have a tendency to try and find glimpses of myself in any fiction I read before I actually imbibe any of the intended content. Although I haven’t done much in recent times, old habits are meant to die hard, and in keeping with this fine tradition I was soon thinking how alike in thinking we were and how I had missed out on being a syndicated caricateur (I think this word sounds WAY better than ‘caricaturist’; unfortunately most dictionary folk don’t see eye to eye with me. And maybe Adams isn’t really a caricateur but I don’t give much of a fuck, ‘cos that isn’t the point) and an author. But there was a lingering uneasiness even as I got through to every next page, as though I was trying to write with the wrong hand or kick with the wrong foot (I’m no soccer player). 38 pages later, I gave in and turned back to my laptop instead. Guilt, me, awash with it. But luckily, I can live with that!
It has come to my attention that my writings are being found by those who would seek fruitful information and are accordingly dismayed when they come upon my posts, misleadingly titled such that they are irrelevant to the immediately following matter. Besides, the incongruity can’t be helping my credibility with Google search, whatever it may be. Be that as it may, I shall continue as before, to use titles that bear little or no resemblance to the actual posts they are associated with, other than to provide an additional point to ponder, perhaps.
Floyd: Heard anything from that girl recently? I haven’t. Have you?
I’m always thinking one step ahead, like a carpenter… that makes stairs.
Roxy Music – If There Is Something
Jon Secada – Just Another Day
