Clumsy Bastard
You know what, I'm fed up of being clumsy. It's not my fault; I'm fit, healthy, eat well, and am therefore mentally alert most of the time, and yet I stumble round life like an utter spacker. So, what have I done this time? Well, I've caught the home improvement bug and have been make a proper job of it rather than the botch jobs I usually do. I went to move one of my expensive speakers so it didn't get dusty when sanding down my nice neat plastering job where my fireplace surround once stood. Instead I tripped and punctured a whole in one of the woofers of said speaker with with my finger. So instead of it being a tiny bit dusty, it has a punctured woofer. Brilliant. Excellent. I was so pleased.It's like somebody has a voodoo doll of me and every so often flicks away one of the legs or something. I'm already hobbling about from picking up yet another injury playing football this evening. FFS.
Speaking of clumsiness, have you noticed how much of a cliche it has become in TV shows when introducing attractive new female characters to make them do something clumsy in order to establish them as approachable and likeable and not at all out of the reach of normal people like you or I (or more importantly to the male character in the show)? Example - I was watching Veronic Mars the other day (which is a "much better than it sounds" US show about a sassy high school student who is also a private detective, kind of sort of similar to Chloe in Smallville but without a barely pubescent boy of steel to save the day) and Veronica's dad met with her guidance counsellor. The counsellor then tripped over the desk, and I thought to myself "Oh, she fell, I guess she's approachable and likeable after all and I suppose her and Veronica's dad will probably get together now. Which they did.
Actually, they riffed on this in Scrubs they other day. JD was on a blind date with Mandy Mooore, and she stumbled into the restaurant falling ofver the dessert trolley, thus establishing her as a likeable and approachable woman, and JD remarked in his trademark knowingly ironic voice over that by her displaying an endering clumsiness she had alleviated his nervousness, in a knowing nod to said cliche.
Believe me, he wouldn't have been so forgiving if she'd tripped and punctured one of the woofers on one of his speakers.
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(There's a moral in there somewhere, I'm sure...)
The moral is - Never, ever bloody anything ever., to quote Rick Mayall in Mr Jolley Lives Next Door.
The moral is: Get Good House Insurance.
The key question is what did you trip on?
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