Sat down next to gal on bus yesterday discussing her “finance” exam marks on a mobile phone. Pitiful assault on the ears as I am trying to get to grips with Mr Roth’s rumination on his losing his modern library collection and disappointing his mother or plucking the feathers out of a pigeon or peeling grapes or… that’s the point the endless humphing in my left ear about a 71 that should have been an 84 like, (that word is\u00a0the equiv. of\u00a0a blink in this dialect, it’s so overused)\u00a0meant there was no possible way to ascertain anything from the pages of my book.<\/p>\n
Conversations about finance marks are useless. I could appreciate you won’t come to my wedding, I have a strange worrying bump on my elbow, I don’t know which way I should vote, I only have three Christmas’s left,\u00a0type conversations, but this was unfathomable, unnecessary and likely to continue for 25 bus stops.<\/p>\n
I moved. Enraged.\u00a0To the dangerous seats in the centre of the bus, which turn about, and I have been ejected from a couple of times.<\/p>\n
On moving I\u00a0note a\u00a0woman who I thought might be a woman I recognize from theflower-shop, but because recognizing people aint my strongest skill I cannot be sure. Today I ran into her. Were you on that bus? She confirms she was sat there trying to repeat a Latin word for some obscure muscle or tendon in her head in an effort to drown it out.<\/p>\n
Every time\u00a0I see a mobile phone I think of Harold Pinter and his piece. Neither Literature nor Latin could tumble finance yesterday. I think the only thing for the job is sean-nos singing. One of these days I will pluck up the courage to breathe in and let a desperate ballad of unmitigated ugly wailing out from between my lips about a woman seeking a decent shampoo and set or a large bowl of pea soup.\u00a0The notes will be long. One word sung in an elongated manner to mimic the husky exhales of a hungry donkey. The song belted out, will travel up that bus and every head shall turn. I will bear the excruciation of it, risk getting myself sectioned for the glory of a hurriedly uttered\u00a0“yeah gotta go man”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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