Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Buckets of bile

I had an epiphany this morning.

I've realised that sometime between my memories of the good times and today I've travelled a long way down the road to officially becoming a grumpy old fart. Nad I can't pinpont when it started happening.

I used to be pretty damned laid back and took everything in my stride, and accepted people for who they were. These days I fantasize about being able to metamorphosize my right arm into a machine gun whenever I'm trapped in a train carriage with:
a) a crying baby b) chavs/yobs c) foreign students d) all of the above.
A good example is that even as I'm writing this I'm thinking of adding "and who can really blame me?"

What brought all this on was sitting on said train on my way into work this morning thinking about what to I can babble on about here today. And every topic I was mulling over involved me ranting about the things that piss me off- and bugger me, but it's a long list.
Maybe I should change the title from Fat Gecko to Grinch for President.

So, I've resolved to try to limit the amount of bile I spew across my posts from here on in. No, really. Honest.

:o/
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