Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Fishy
I guess it's time to worry when my own mother starts telling me to buy life insurance...
Mmm. Time to employ a food-taster.
*****
Quandry : how do you fight a rumour?
Two solutions spring to mind.
1) With another rumour; create a larger, flashier, more extravagant rumour to eclipse all memory of the last. Do something startlingly unusual.
Success rate : 99%
Unfortunately, sometimes the wisdom of women's magazines gets in the way. All this empathic, bridging-the-gender-divide stuff... mutter.
2) With the truth.
Success rate :
... 0.1% Beware of side effects.
******
Funny, I've always advocated the being direct, and telling the truth.
Welcome to the real world.
******
So dinnerless, and gymless, our protagonist slunk back home last night feeling most unfulfilled.
And guess who's on call again today?
I know it's not the intention of The Person who Plans the Rota, but this endless chain of one in three / four on-calls is enough to reduce anyone into a whimpering wreck...
whimper.
whimper.
shiver.
Mmm. Time to employ a food-taster.
*****
Quandry : how do you fight a rumour?
Two solutions spring to mind.
1) With another rumour; create a larger, flashier, more extravagant rumour to eclipse all memory of the last. Do something startlingly unusual.
Success rate : 99%
Unfortunately, sometimes the wisdom of women's magazines gets in the way. All this empathic, bridging-the-gender-divide stuff... mutter.
2) With the truth.
Success rate :
... 0.1% Beware of side effects.
******
Funny, I've always advocated the being direct, and telling the truth.
Welcome to the real world.
******
So dinnerless, and gymless, our protagonist slunk back home last night feeling most unfulfilled.
And guess who's on call again today?
I know it's not the intention of The Person who Plans the Rota, but this endless chain of one in three / four on-calls is enough to reduce anyone into a whimpering wreck...
whimper.
whimper.
shiver.
