pimlico's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mark and engels I have just paid 40p for a small packet of "mini" dried apricots. There turned out to be just 5 dried apricots in the packet. As I've just spent the morning reading up about Karl Mark, I could put this down to the essential problem of object fetishism and the hollow promises of Capitalism. But I won't because that will make me look like a fool. Instead, I choose to blame the manfacturers of cheapo dried fruit snacks. "Perfect for lunchboxes!" said the shiny packaging. Yes. And whose lunchbox? A tiny faerie person? Or the lunchbox of one of those pathetic children who never seem to open their mouth properly and take three quarters of an hour to eat a tiny portion of pink custard... We two children like this on my lunchtable in Primary school. One boy. One girl. Both of them would chew each mouthful a hundred thousand times, until they were gnawing on their own tongues. I have no idea where they are now. If I had to guess, I'd say that the girl is now a glamourous model and the boy is in a moderately successful indie band, who all have angular hairdos and dress a bit like dayglo pirates. Are children still given pink custard at school these days? Perhaps it was just an 80s thing. These days, they probably just feed them on dried fruit. Or some kind of turkey product, enhanced with Ritalin. 1:13 p.m. - 2007-04-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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