Monday, October 03, 2005

It Was The Best Of Days, It Was The Worst Of Days

...A day in which I experienced a wide variety of human emotions, ranging from enthusiasm bordering on clinical mania (this starting up at approx. 6.20am and seemingly provoked by a strange and unexpected fascination for a chap called Joseph Clement), to a bout of uncontrollable sobbing (this starting up at precisely 5.07pm and indubitably provoked by the Project Of Doom That Would Not Die crashing and burning conspicuously around my ears), from which I could only be drawn by means of my good friend and business partner H. waving a packet of cigarettes at me under the toilet door.

Anyway. Here (courtesy once more of nibus) is the incontrovertible proof we've all been waiting for of the real origins of the Turin Shroud, the Mandylion, et al.

3 comments:

cello said...

Never mind old fruit. Painful though they can be it's better to experience human emotions than, say, badger emotions. That wasn't funny was it? But big hugs all the same.

Wyndham said...

Hold in there, P. you'll get through it, am currently at the centre of a firestorm meself and nobody at work has had the good grace to offer me a cigarette. Or a cup of tea. Bastards.

patroclus said...

Help, I don't understand what anyone is saying any more...brain melting...arrgh. Pash, I'm clearly too stupid to understand your, erm, is it a pun?

W. it's probably too late now, but here, have one of mine. Does this mean you're back on the cigs now too? If so, I can't help but feel slightly responsible. Which in turn makes me want to say "muahahahahaaaa" in a sinister tone. But that would be childish.

Cello, thank you very much. I'm in the eye of the storm now, workwise, so may experience further strong emotions later...stay tuned for fascinating updates...