My mind is blank

Posted in Old blogger by Twenty Major on November 29th, 2004

There are days when I have very specific subjects I want to talk about.

That might be something current in the news, it might be the latest staggeringly hypocrytical piece of crap to come from the Government, it might be the behaviour of my fellow Dubliners (not Ronnie Drew the beard copying cunt), or just some piece of bile that’s burning a hole in my stout addled brain.

But this morning I’m blank. I feel nothing. I have nothing to rant about. I’m not angry about anything in particular. I was going to write something about how you can buy the new U2 CD for €11 cheaper in Tescos than in Golden Discs but then I realised I didn’t give a flying fuck. If, after all these years, there are dimwitted cunts who still shop in Golden Discs then that’s their own fucking fault. Who am I to try and battle against such lack of logic and reason and common sense? No doubt the same people who shop in Golden Discs will also buy music by Brian McFadden and Ronan Keating and therefore should be exterminated by extreme force.

What about George Bush phoning up Gerry Adams to talk about peace? It’d be like George Best phoning up Ernest Hemingway to talk about what non-alcholic drinks to serve at a party. Still, I’m not bothered what the chimp does, or what the buck-toothed Grizzly Adams does. A pair of liars and cheats, but we all know that already.

Anyhow, today I will walk the streets of Dublin, ignorning the chants of ‘5 for 50 de wrappin’ paypooooorrrrrrr’ and breathe in the essence of the city. If that doesn’t make me sick to my stomach and back to proper grumpy form tomorrow nothing will.