I cannot bear the excitement that is my life.
Today I found a gun, in a box, in the archive. Of course everyone completely overreacted and two different police squads arrived - 5 normal policemen and 5 Special Weapons squad. While everyone else milled around chatting etc, I took advantage of the situation by sneaking off for a second cup of tea.
Later I trekked onwards to the Citizens Theatre for an excellent production of Jane Eyre. It was only now that I realised that my life is not so exciting after all.
I wish wailing and running around in circles would become socially acceptable.
Goodnight
(edited to add better picture with "hot" Mr Rochester)
20-Apr-06 at 8:45 pm | Permalink
> Today I found a gun, in a box
Could someone explain how one of the few firearm-related stories on TF managed to attract no comments?
Anyone?
21-Apr-06 at 7:05 pm | Permalink
More meaningless drivel from CJ about her day and her crushes on fictional men. That’s what I thought when I looked at it.
Do you think it would be a good anecdote to tell at a job interview? Y’know to demonstrate my coolness in the face of a crisis. For a moment I wondered if I ought to just catalogue it.
23-Apr-06 at 9:37 pm | Permalink
Once, my brother shot my Transformer toys to bits with his air pistol. Optimus Prime survived, he was made of metal, not like those Generation 2 Ultra Magnus cunts. Another time, my brother shot a pigeon. I went to see if it was okay, and accidentally knocked a concrete slab, which landed on the pigeon and crushed it up, guts and bones and soul.
Guns and pigeon sausages: Linked, and traumatising.
Incidentally, what was the deal with the gun? I’m picturing an old skool musket pistol, in a velvet case.
Or Megatron.
Therein lies my slightly drunken reply to two different TF posts.
CRUCIAL
24-Apr-06 at 7:40 pm | Permalink
Ha ha, sadly my incident was not as exciting as all that. T’was an old metal pistol, we thinks WW2, but I’m not really up on firearms. It was in a box full of papers and stuff – private deposit, landed estate. Probably just left there by accident by the former owner.
Would have been funny if I’d shot someone by accident.
I’m hoping I get cast as romantic female lead in our archive sitcom. Then we can ask Julian Rhind-Tutt to play the improbably hot male archivist who I accidently shoot in the first episode. La la.
07-May-06 at 3:30 pm | Permalink
After skimming through an online version of Jane Eyre (never thought I’d ever read a book online!), my crush on Mr Rochester has gone. Can’t believe I never noticed how bad the ending is. It is only when Mr Rochester is blinded and maimed and loses his fortune that he becomes a suitable partner for poor plain Jane.
Disappointing.
07-May-06 at 8:30 pm | Permalink
> online reading
I am tempted to hack through this comprehensive site on Joyce’s Ulysses, as badly organised as it is.
08-May-06 at 11:27 am | Permalink
ha ha ha
Ulysses for Dummies looks more on my level.