Some young fellas got on the bus this afternoon, singing the hits of the day which I gather are performed by names such as Rihanna and Lada GaGa because, y'know, I'm all about the pop culture, me.
I quickened on my earphones and played me some Debussy because, y'know, I'm all about the classical music culture, me.
I got to thinking about work. Specifically the blog I write for it. I'd written a short piece on golf which was no small accomplishment given my allergy to most sports unfootball.
There was one comment from some punter who called himself ZZZZZZZZzzzzzz and the words he left were simply...
'And your point is...'
I thought about the unctious little bedroomed toerag with too much time and a fine line in question-mark-forgetting and, coupled with the Poker Face Quartet below, got more than a little gloomy.
Then it struck me that there are far, far more important things to worry about. That these silly little trivialities matter nothing in the scheme of things, that far too much is taken for given and that I'd better join the fuck in.
So I did. But under my breath, of course.
16 comments:
So what's your point???????
That you, sir, are sizable khant!
Of course, that should read 'a sizable khant'.
Need sleep.
Sizable, risible, it's all gravy man.
Don't let the bastards get you down Radge.
Cheers Terence. Only a small concern for five minutes earlier. No big deal at all.
Since when is there supposed to be any point to golf anyhow...I don't think the fool understood the context.
I understand how it makes you feel; we can -know- that something shouldn't bother us, but knowing just isn't feeling.
Get some sleep.
Sorted. ZZZZZzzzzzz has been put in his place (as soon as the site moderator gets his/her finger out).
you're a brave man writing a 'column' for the masses, they are as you would say, khants.
Susan - I did, Susan. Lots of.
McMuck - Cheers boss, you have my back though it remains unpublished. At home today.
Red - Khants.
Published!
Saw that... I see you botched my surname nicely, McMuck (if that is indeed your real name.)
Yeah I sometimes wonder why people bother with such crappy negative comments. Especially when the sun is shining.
If you don't like it well then don't read it, don't bother with your shitty comment and go out and get some sunshine you facking khant.
Narocroc - Well said. Sad lives some people have (and no, the irony that I'm typing this in my dank flat with the sun shining is not lost on me.)
It's just out and out jealousy by the untalented. ;)
Am just astonished no-one has made a "Wrath Of Khant" joke so far.
Gray - Were I to see the new S**r T*e* film that would be my title. But I won't. So it won't be.
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