Thursday, June 16, 2005

Mopy Twat

I hereby swear I will never whinge about being middle class and privileged ever again. So, what's next?
Posted by patroclus at 13:23

9 comments:

cello said...

Mopy Twat; an epic novel about the timeless struggle between man and his own monstrous petulance.

Mmm, Colin Firth.

June 16, 2005 2:52 PM
patroclus said...

Monstrous Petulance: an epic novel about an outbreak of gigantism at the Chelsea Flower Show.

June 16, 2005 2:55 PM
cello said...

OK. What's next? Do you think we should learn salsa dancing so we can go on the telly with Graham Norton? Or we could just slag Big B off a bit? Don't pretend you haven't watched any of it.

June 17, 2005 10:27 AM
cello said...

Urgh. Watching it live is unbearable. Bad enough watching the 'superbly crafted edited highlights show'. Mr C is rather addicted to the ghastliness, but pretending he isn't. Maybe he just fancies one of the innumerable large-chested women.

It's like Comedia dell'Arte, with absurd pantomimic villains. Seriously, I can't believe that there is a gay, black, fox-hunting, poisonous, evil Tory
despot in real life.

June 17, 2005 1:33 PM
patroclus said...

Odd that you should mention the Commedia dell'Arte, cello, seeing as I was harbouring fantasies last weekend that your Open Garden shenanigans would be just like Verlaine's Fetes Galantes. I was quite disappointed at the lack of Pierrots and Harlequins in the (otherwise exemplary) vegetable patch, but it's probably for the best, as all that masked stuff inevitably leads to trouble.

Wow, how much of a twat did all *that* make me sound?

June 17, 2005 10:51 PM
cello said...

Just the perfect amount of twattiness, I'd say. I agonised over the double 'm' in Commedia for about 3 secs but still couldn't be arsed to check it out.

Verlaine in my garden? I am definitely more of a Baudelaire girl.
Now,'acidie'(sp?). Would that be French for mopy twattiness?

June 18, 2005 5:08 PM
patroclus said...

I've never heard of "acidie", I'm ashamed to say. But the French don't go big on mopy twattishness, I don't think. Why would you when you've got Gauloises, red wine, mistresses and exquisite lingerie on tap? Even the Existentialists were pretty upbeat characters really. Now the Finns on the other hand - they've probably got 100 different words for "mopy". All of them featuring an overabundance of i's and k's.

June 18, 2005 5:15 PM
cello said...

Maybe it's 'accidie'. Or maybe I've made it up. I think it's Baudelaire's word for 3rd degree poetic ennui.

June 18, 2005 8:53 PM
patroclus said...

Aha, some cheeky trawling round the interweb reveals "accidie" to be another word for "sloth" or "torpor". Excellent, thanks cello. I shall add that one to my vocabulary forthwith. It suits my mood today.

And Baudelaire probably beats Verlaine hands down - Verlaine was a bit rubbish really, except for that comedy Rimbaud-shooting episode ("When Poets Attack"). Had totally the wrong end of the stick about the autumn, as well. Boo to you, Verlaine.

June 19, 2005 8:10 AM

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