I WANT TO BE AN ICEBERG WHEN I GROW UP
Saw Titanic at the weekend. An excellent movie- made me want to be an iceberg when I grow up. Rather a sad ending, though: it sinks, you know. It's a terrible thing when a big boat sinks, but I was glad those insolent Paddies got their comeuppance. I know that they are highly loveable in a lot of ways, but Christ are they annoying, with their relentless high spirits and merriment, every man some kind of artist or poet. I tended to side with the cold-blooded English aristocrat. You could tell he went to a good school. Getting on the lifeboat using a small child as a prop was a master-stroke, worthy of Flashman.

How do you spell comeuppance, by the way? I tried spelling it maybe 16 different ways; they all look wrong, and now I'm in a foaming rage. I never express my emotions. I just bottle it all up inside until eventually I flip and vandalize a bus stop. There's a slice of toast here at my elbow. In a minute I'm going to roar and hurl it across the room.

Roooaaar!

I'll be off now, to unwind with some prank phone calls. You have a nice day.
- posted by Harry Hutton @ 4:18 am