You’ve done it again you glorious bastard! So many quotable lines I must commit to memory. The (currently rejected) short humour piece I wrote this week was about Elon’s Optimus Robots. I had to deep dive on his worst tweets. Excuse me while I scrub myself with bleach and wire wool.
This is a philosophical hoot, Georgina. Thinking your deceased loved one has popped up as a mouse is a win for rodents. You wouldn’t dare get in pest control. There’d soon be that many mice you’d have no idea which one was your mum.
This reminded me of a line that popped out when leafing through a self-help book years ago, that has roosted in my head ever since: “A hundred years time? All new people.”
Taking the graveyard dating logic to its extreme conclusion, does that mean a first date in Walsall would also be acceptable? Because that's downright terrifying.
Oh death, 'tis an inexhaustible topic, at least until all of us are dead and gone. On an aside I did put my husband through the mill on our first date. I'd just lost patience with pretence so I asked two pertinent questions: "Do you want to have children?" and "If there was a war, would you join the army?" He did well not to get up and leave. (Also he answered both questions correctly).
My most recent first date was at a graveyard, and that wasn’t remotely the weirdest part about it! (As an aside, I think graveyards are chill — what’s chiller than not being alive anymore?). My date’s dad was buried in it, but not in the section we sat in, so I guess that’s cool.
One of the things you do so well is mix hilarity - Tinder dates to a graveyard? I simply can NOT - and a wider philosophical thought about something profound. It’s kind of amazing. Yes this is funny essay. But it’s also an essay about a fundamental human truth, how we conceptualize it, and what that says about us. Hot damn. I always look forward to reading your stuff every Friday. It’s appointment reading. Bravo.
Thank you, Jack - that's an amazing compliment! I'm not sure I always achieve the right balance, but that is definitely what I aim for! I'm actually a very serious person as well as being an extremely silly one 😊 Thanks for reading and supporting my writing!
Oooooh, I love a graveyard date, probably because I just love graveyards. I also love the not knowing - it's like the final plot twist in the book of life.
...and I also love this whole post, which is not a plot twist at all, and actually quite predictable. :D
I've dated enough Goths to know graveyards are really quite dull, as are Goths. The fishnets always got me, though.
I call myself an Atheist, but it's only in response to man made Gods. Most of my beliefs are based on the knowledge that we're all jumped-up Chimpanzees or, as Bill Hicks said, "A virus with shoes".
Yes! Someone explained it to me last year. It’s not about music or literature, it’s an outfit. It’s an era without art I’m afraid, and all about identity.
There are so many things we can know. This mystery is probably good for us. (Along with a plod through a graveyard to get one's attitude adjusted.) Thank you for a good laugh this morning!
You’ve done it again you glorious bastard! So many quotable lines I must commit to memory. The (currently rejected) short humour piece I wrote this week was about Elon’s Optimus Robots. I had to deep dive on his worst tweets. Excuse me while I scrub myself with bleach and wire wool.
Ah this one was tough to get into shape - I almost abandoned it. But it came together at the last minute!
I quite like Elon in a way - great to have an unhinged galactic mega-villain around these parts!
Well I’m glad you didn’t abandon it 👏
Me too. Most things work out in the end!
This is a philosophical hoot, Georgina. Thinking your deceased loved one has popped up as a mouse is a win for rodents. You wouldn’t dare get in pest control. There’d soon be that many mice you’d have no idea which one was your mum.
But it might work against them, Wendy! We need to make sure there are none left, just in case!
This reminded me of a line that popped out when leafing through a self-help book years ago, that has roosted in my head ever since: “A hundred years time? All new people.”
Yep! Good thing to remind yourself about when those Tinder dates don't work out 😉
Taking the graveyard dating logic to its extreme conclusion, does that mean a first date in Walsall would also be acceptable? Because that's downright terrifying.
I mean, people in Walsall do date. But perhaps they find a graveyard in Wolverhampton for their first meet up?
Oh death, 'tis an inexhaustible topic, at least until all of us are dead and gone. On an aside I did put my husband through the mill on our first date. I'd just lost patience with pretence so I asked two pertinent questions: "Do you want to have children?" and "If there was a war, would you join the army?" He did well not to get up and leave. (Also he answered both questions correctly).
Straight to the point! I think that's probably wise. Well, it worked out for you!
SEPARATE point but you’re an extremely funny and clever writer; glad someone mentioned you today so I could find your Stack!
Thank you, Susan! What a lovely comment! 😊
My most recent first date was at a graveyard, and that wasn’t remotely the weirdest part about it! (As an aside, I think graveyards are chill — what’s chiller than not being alive anymore?). My date’s dad was buried in it, but not in the section we sat in, so I guess that’s cool.
Will there be a second date? Or was it a grave mistake? (Sorry!)
One of the things you do so well is mix hilarity - Tinder dates to a graveyard? I simply can NOT - and a wider philosophical thought about something profound. It’s kind of amazing. Yes this is funny essay. But it’s also an essay about a fundamental human truth, how we conceptualize it, and what that says about us. Hot damn. I always look forward to reading your stuff every Friday. It’s appointment reading. Bravo.
Thank you, Jack - that's an amazing compliment! I'm not sure I always achieve the right balance, but that is definitely what I aim for! I'm actually a very serious person as well as being an extremely silly one 😊 Thanks for reading and supporting my writing!
Lovely piece, but if I received a magic mushroom enema I’d really want to die.
Haha well I guess it will have served its purpose then!
Oooooh, I love a graveyard date, probably because I just love graveyards. I also love the not knowing - it's like the final plot twist in the book of life.
...and I also love this whole post, which is not a plot twist at all, and actually quite predictable. :D
Thanks Sarah! Glad you enjoyed it! I love a nice ruined graveyard myself 💀
I've dated enough Goths to know graveyards are really quite dull, as are Goths. The fishnets always got me, though.
I call myself an Atheist, but it's only in response to man made Gods. Most of my beliefs are based on the knowledge that we're all jumped-up Chimpanzees or, as Bill Hicks said, "A virus with shoes".
You never fail to make me laugh!
A virus with shoes! That's brilliant 🤣 I love a nice ruined Victorian graveyard myself, but then I never completely grew out of my gothic tendencies.
Happy to have made you laugh!
I still wear too much black and occasionally eye liner. Goths aren’t as “fun” as they used to be.
It's an identity now, rather than a subculture. I think!
Yes! Someone explained it to me last year. It’s not about music or literature, it’s an outfit. It’s an era without art I’m afraid, and all about identity.
Pretty much sums it up!
There are so many things we can know. This mystery is probably good for us. (Along with a plod through a graveyard to get one's attitude adjusted.) Thank you for a good laugh this morning!
Definitely feel quite relaxed about not knowing! Just don't think about it tooooo much!
I see you have a new hairdo!
Was this inspired by a tinder graveyard date?
Haha certainly not! Just felt like being more curlified 😊
Ha, result! Happy to have made you laugh in the face of death 🤣
That's very slightly chilling! 🤣