Friar Cous Cous

Trussed-up in a wartime bandage-suit...

Monday, March 28, 2005

A Quick One While Luck's Away

The most depressing thing in the world is the words, uttered in a falling cadence, "Do you fancy a quick game of darts?". It offers no aural aesthetics, nor the promise of any progress, and underlines the pity of where you are. On some days, what with everything else that is going on, I think that if someone just came up to me and said, in a falling cadence, "Do you fancy a quick game of darts?", I would kill myself.

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