Thursday, January 12, 2006

The romantic wilderness.

Sent the following electronic correspondance to Denise Farrell, confidante and sympathetic soul. Before you start feeling too much shame for my plight, let me say that my tongue is firmly planted in cheek. Without any further ado...

And there was me thinking it was love. True love. Like in the films. Starring Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan. Wait. You hate Billy Crystal. I'm a mess. A romantically befuddled and bebothered mess of a man. What is to become of me, Denise?

Who will wail at my funeral? Who will bathe me when I'm old and I'm frail? Who will listen to my anecdotes and laugh, even though I've told them countless times before? Who will give out to me when I come home drunk?

Nobody. Nobody will. I'm going to be the crazy cat man. I don't even like cats that much, but I'll have to learn. I'll shout at children to stop playing football outside my front door, with no sweet lady love to tell me to leave those nice kiddies alone.

"They're only playin'".

4 comments:

Gypseysdog said...

Sakes.

Elmo_ie said...

don't worry Radge, your life partner - 5x, will be there for you........and then leave when the cats piss on him.

Elmo_ie said...

....or when he pisses on the cats, not too sure which way this one goes.

The Collector said...

Radge, you both have realised your place in society and think too much.