Posts Tagged ‘rant’

You know those numbered tickets you take from a machine to be served in order at the deli in Tesco?  Well, they’ve started that here at the hospital, to check in on the ground floor for an appointment on the 6th (or any other) floor.  The sheer weight of numbers waiting for appointments in any of a dozen departments, makes you late for your appointment, even though I was there an hour early. 

Two desks were open for a queue of dozens.  Each number takes at least ten minutes.  Some people have gone missing, and the offi cials wait for them to come back.  Then a late lady (sic) bursts in out of turn.  French grumbles break out in the crowd. 

They used to manage just fine without tickets, but now it’s getting as bad as it is in England.

While waiting, I skimmed through “Ici Paris”, the worst example of gutter journalism that I have encountered here.  On the front cover, along with snippets of celeb gossip, was a photo of HRH Prince Charles, with Camilla behind, looking away from him.  The headline  “L’annonce à ébranlé l’Angleterre”  (the news has shaken England).  Le Divorce du siècle (the divorce of the century).  I read the article, most of which was a re-hash of the Charles/Laididee débacle, and the rest was (im)pure speculation.  On reaching home, I Googled for news of this shocking announbcement, but there was nothing.  I hope  the Prince of Wales and his wife sue.


The Animal in Me

Posted: January 6, 2012 in Uncategorized
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I’m just a pussycat, really,
so why did I explode today –
use words I never use
to a poor defenceless call centre girl?
If I tell all, my blood pressure
will go through the roof again
so I won’t.

Suffice it to say that my bank
gave me the runaround,
passed me from pillar to post
and back again.  It took an hour
to make a transfer no different
from any of hundreds
that I’ve made in twenty years.

This is no poem, it’s a rant.
I did apologise for the language
if not for the rage that caused it.

“Ever have a day when you weren’t quite yourself, or maybe you felt like more than your usual self? Did someone cross you and your claws came out? Or, you needed to find the mustang within yourself and break free? Or perhaps you morphed into mama grizzly or ran with the wolves? On the other hand, you could even have found your inner sloth and spent all day relaxing! Find the animal within yourself, or within a character. We’re going to leave the actual critters at the zoo. I want the beast inside you to come out. Or the animal beauty!” This was the prompt that met my eyes at  just after I had put the phone down on the bank, snarling and spitting.  No animal beauty in me I’m afraid.  I used some of my spleen to write what my bank manager Dad used to call a stinker of a letter which I will not send until I’ve cooled down!