As tomorrow is the Eve of all Hallows, I felt that this would be the perfect opportunity to indulge in some textual banter. Given the delight I found when I dryed my hair using a new hairdryer last night, I christened this as bloggable content and perfect fodder for anyone who is a fan of the dearly beloved Bela Lugosi (Oh yes, it’s one of those rants!).
My arrival in my new abode last night as well as the recent onslaught of bucketing rain, meant that I was yearning for a hot shower accompanied by furry pyjamas and many a cup of tea. I was given full use of a hairdryer, which I was thrice informed is verrrrry expensive and verrrrry good – a prospect that I am always mindful of. I was however shocked (yes, shocked) at the sheer brilliance that is this wonderful, mechanical, steam blower-outer. The purple/maroony colour that my hair has recently adapted was heightened by a sensational glowing effect. Albeit, I’d put money on this being down to the GHD and it’s fabulous straightening/shine injecting ability. After said hair pampering I vainfully trotted – oh yes it’s a trot – downstairs to flaunt my new head to my aunt and anyone who would listen. Even she said it was lovely (So there Graham!).
Whilst this may seem a trivial reason for posting a blog, I merely wanted everyone to be aware of the beauty that is this excellent hairdryer. Which I can’t remember the name of…but shiny shiny people!!!
Funny thing life…I was stocking books upon a shelf during the week (flinging them atop it, truth be known) when I suddenly had a rare flashback. I remembered when I was very young and my father arrived home one day bringing with him an aura of excitement which I had never known. My mother and I were playing Twister or some similar child’s game involving a mat on the floor. Whilst I indulged in some nonsensical rant about witches, goblins and such(a common feature of my childhood),my father dropped – gently – a baby puppy from inside his lapels (that’s coat collar for anyone who’s going wha????). It is the earliest moment that I can recall in my life and I have never forgotten it. There are moments in life that can for whatever reason, slip away from our mortal grasp. As much as we as humans can despise this disregard on the part of who/whatever created the world and its misfortunes, it is this lack of remembrance and thought that forges some of our biggest troubles.
The reason for said curious subject matter is due to a conversation I had last weekend with a good friend. During our frequent ramblings about the possibility of HMV returning my mysteriously ‘misplaced’ copy of Pan’s Labyrinth ( Oh I haven’t forgotten!) we eventually drifted onwards to the subject of general human ignorance. As it was, we shared a dislike of the general public (we both work in retail you see) and will make exceptions only for those few who remember that please and thank you are indeed still in use in the English language today – words that take a second to say and are remembered for hours! Anyway I diverge, the point is that we found ourselves beginning to blame this general ignorance upon people’s various backgrounds and life experiences…then we remembered that we had also undergone our own trials and tribulations yet we manage to deal with everyone we encounter in a pleasant way (except Gerry Ryan but come on now…)
I am certainly not about to launch into a needless debate over the futility of existence and such nonsense, the point is we are all clearly here for a good time, not a long time. Thus, the issue I have with people in general is that a majority of them see to be so pre-occupied with their own lives and purposes that they forget they are not the sole survivors of the world and its battles. On the other hand there are the individuals who wallow in the perceptions of others and figuratively, will not step outside the door without pondering what others will think about them. I find this absurd and to assure any pointed fingers in my direction, I will attest that I have always ensured my best appearance is at hand (the quality of such will balance upon the current state of health/interest I have in looking good you realise) but ne’ertheless I certainly will not question myself or doubt my own attractiveness (do ignore the four pots of foundation in my bag as I type) but I do pity those who would occupy their time with nothing more fruitful!