I am giving up writing because … #13

you knew some of us would go there, didn’t you?

Yes, but will there be any scary clowns with big red noses?

The Pub­lic, They Want (pic­tures of) clowns – but never tell ‘em they’re watch­ing clowns. The naked truth is not pop­u­lar – not even with a big red nose and greasy make-up :/

Are you sure you don’t want to do http://www.picturesofaveryhairyandvocalgreyandwhitewelshcat.com?

Clarissa — Yes, I thought as much. Espe­cially the clown addicts.

Ani — All clowns are scary. Have you ever met a non-scary clown?

Lore — It’s no good. 225 of the Pub­lic told me that they Wanted clowns yes­ter­day. I still haven’t recovered from the trauma.

Cheer­ful One — Hmm. Tempt­ing. I would prefer picturesofasmallyetbigclaydog.com.

Well done you — what ter­rific news! This puts the tin hat on the lonely and thank­less hours thrash­ing out this lot. Talk about turn over a new leaf! You must be thrilled. Take it from me, a little break from all this lex­ical fury is gal­van­ising and sets the mind right on track. Unbur­den your­self — go on — live a little. I’ve read so many posts lately with thoughts along the lines of “I don’t like the per­son I’ve become writ­ing this, so I’m say­ing good­bye”. Become! I ask you, they’ve a nerve.

I think all this Cath­olic rant­ing is a bit too much like a glance in the mir­ror for some. Bet­ter out than in they say, don’t they? Well I’m not so sure. In my view, all this blog­ging entails a mass of cor­res­pond­ence and with so many unre­li­able wit­nesses, who knows where it will all end — my recent post about whether it was wholly appro­pri­ate that gay and les­bian ‘themes’ should form part of an accept­ance speech by the new pres­id­ent elect, seems to have gone right off the boil.

Any­way, I’ve a note to scribble off to the local neigh­bour­hood watch re. our com­mit­tee meet­ings, which never run to sched­ule and I’ve the tea on.

In my opin­ion, you can’t take too much interest in other peoples busi­ness. The key­note is participation!

Must dash.

You know who — Wel­come back to the madhouse.