I remember when I was very small and my Mum used to give me Calpol. Not Calpol Six Plus but actual real Calpol; the pink stuff that was hideously sugary. It tasted good. Soon as I became six…well no really as soon as my sister became six all medecine started tasting horrible. Soon as my sister hit six I only had any sort of medecine when I really really needed it.
There are all sorts of songs usually of the Tin Pan Alley variety about heart ache. None of them really do it justice I think. A word of warning; this blog may very well become very maudlin for the next few days and if anyone else expects a look in think again. I have alienated people, you’re right Archangel, its something I do very well, sometimes I get so desperate to be independant of others it seems I go too far and hurt them. But I never get the timing right; I stay too long in one place and bore people, or let people see the nasty side too often…I’ll learn, but perhaps by the time I do there won’t be anybody left.
People have left some really horrible things on this blog over the year and a bit. No one has ever managed to say something which I haven’t already thought myself. Right I’m fed up of this. SOd myself lets get back to the rest of you.
I took some medecine today. It tastes bloody horrible. It tastes fucking fucking awful and I wish like hell I’d never gone to Paris, however I’m satisfied I deserve it (can even trace the karma) and I’m actually intending to swallow without any more moaning.