pimlico's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the blues are still blue There is a section in London Lite (one of the dodgy free newspapers handed out at tube stations during rush hour, presumably designed to pacifiy angry commuters and stop them from chewing their own knuckles off in despair) devoted to texts (I think they call it "txts" - so modern!) from readers. Needless to say, most of these brief messages seem to come from mentalists or idiots. Yesterday, I spotted the following message: "To the young woman taking her contraceptive pill at the Lloyds cash machine - have some dignity." (Jay - Croydon). Either this is a wind-up, or "Jay's" thought processes went as follows: "A young lady taking The Pill. This must mean that she has sex! Sex makes Jesus cry! And I bet she's not even married! HARLOT! BURN THE WITCH!" What a fool. What's the difference between taking The Pill in public or taking any other medication* that you happen to need, like a painkiller or allergy pill? It wasn't as if the "young lady" was trying to insert a Dutch cap or anything... Another "Txt", this time anonymous, just said "To people who complain - I walk slowly because I've just run the Marathon." This poses the question - how slow do you have to walk in order to make people complain? And does running 26 miles** give you the right to behave like a prick? * I'm waiting for Jay's next message - "To the young man puffing on the ventolin inhaler in Primark - stop heaving breathing, you perv." **Voluntarily, mind. It's not as it there's some kind of Kafka-esque system in place that chooses people at random and forces them to run marathons. It's not jury service, is it? 12:54 p.m. - 2007-04-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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