RAINY, CLEMENT, DREADFULLY INTERMEDIATE: it's that kinda day.
I, as I tried to write out last night, am reappraising my life.Working out where it is I wanna go and what I'm willing to do to get there.
As the old Chinese proverb states, it's the Journey that counts ... whether or not we finally get there. Or to put it another way, life's not purely about winning: but it's most definitely about
taking part. And that's been my trouble: not even taking part.
I still have the seeds of ambition within me. When I was younger I did nothing but daydream on what I would achieve and how. I was never someone to make any distinction between "daydreaming" and "planning" ~ which you can look at two ways, I suppose. It could be a tremendous weakness
or it could be the strength that saves me ...***
BOOKS I'M READING: (or attempting to read; I've not ploughed through any one of them as yet) ...
Notes from a Small Island ~ Bill Bryson. American author; but! Do any of ye Yanks know this? 'Twas a big bestseller over here.
Breaking the Trust by Lucy Clare. "
The day that Jack Palmer dies is one taht his three children ... will never forget. Returning to the family home to grieve, the last thing they expect is their mother's shocking announcement: their father had had an affair and a child with another woman. Titus Palmer is the brother they never knew they had ..."
and
The Dream Merchants by Harold Robbins. This one I have the most likely chance of finishing even tho it is 500 pages of close type (I'm reading the 1974 NEL paperback. If reprinted today in that mandy type they use with massive extra leading I'm sure it would extend to six or seven hundred pages or more...) I have a weakness for dazzling rags to riches tales of passion, hatred and revenge. The "spicy" bits (as I detailed in my little critique on Mario Puzo) to be honest I often find cringeworthy. If you want porn go and look at it. It has no place in novels. So many times I've been affronted, upon reading a perfectly pleasing story suddenly to flip the page and "panting like a lion that has subdued its still living prey he diddled her doddles with his whatever ..." and I think
"please!" shut up!!Hokay dokey. I've got part the next (can't even recall the number) of my personal miniseries all ready for the typing ... by quarter past six local time all should be ready.
Righty-ho then...***
stop press no it won't :: i'm off for a mcdonalds £1.19 (what a cheek! they were 99p last year!) double cheeseburger. somehow they got the balance of meat to bread to running fat right. single cheeseburger = too bready. big mac etc = too dry (if they use the same "patties" to make expensive big macs & cheapo double cheese i'll eat my television licence) ... the double cheeseburger is delightfully swimming in grease and you get
that full-on beef hit only steak and (rather bizarrely) hamburgers seem to give ...
righty ho then ...***
ps i keep thinking of that story of the genital warts i heard yesterday. and even worse the lurid photographs i dug up from the genital warts wikipedia site. ukk!
