Archive for November, 2011


November 14, 2011

Teenager at bus stop.
He had slouched along the pavement on the opposite side looking back at where the bus would come from, but appearing to be in no hurry.
He came towards me and stood looking at the timetable.
I told him it was late – but he didn’t hear me.
He had his mp3 player on and the earpieces were propped in his ear.
I spoke louder – then louder still.
I almost shouted that the bus was late.
At last he heard me.
He almost jumped out of his skin as he spun around to look at me.
“Oh”, he said. “I have a meeting at my college and I am going to be late,” he complained.
‘Well, you should have got an earlier bus – come out earlier.’ I told him bluntly.
So he sunk back into his little world with stereo music as his only company.

Saw the witch today.

November 11, 2011

Saw my ex- today.
Her visage confirms that is is better that she is my ex-.
It give me confidence that I am better off and that she is the loser.
I am much better off now that I am divorced.
Much better.
She, still, is far, far too busy being miserable to be happy.
Her face sneers at the world and I suppose that is why the world sneers back.
I know I lost my daughter when she left me – her manipulations had worked their magic and the arguments I had with my daughter means she doesn’t speak to me now.
I haven’t seen her for years.
I am nothing to her.
My ex- blamed the ever higher phone bills on my daughter.
Like a fool I believed my wife and so the relationship with my daughter became sour.
I now know the phone calls were made by my ex.
She duped me into thinking my daughter was making all the phone calls to mobile phones and costing the earth.
But I am better off in many, many ways since she f**ked-off out of my life.

W. Somerset Maugham from an Arab tale: "Destiny is never left to chance."

November 8, 2011

Death speaks: There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, “Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me.” The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, “Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?” “That was not a threatening gesture,” I said, “it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.