All Seven of the Deadly Sins are their own punishment

Eddie stands in kitchen as I prepare dinner, describing in detail the living conditions of the pig I am cooking and the most likely methods used to kill it.  To distract from this I ask him what he thinks of today's edition of The News Quiz (I couldn have just asked him what someone who stands around smoking in someone else's kitchen has the right to berate me but somehow whenever he is around, the thought of a time when people routinely smoked at work, in restaurants, on trains and buses and even while watching TV in hospital doesn't seem that distant.")

He needs some updating on who is Prime Minister. He refers to the PM repeatedly as "he" and I have to tell him that the post is currently being filled by a woman.
'Oh she's back, is she?' he interrupts. 'Oh goodness... Not again. Not that I mind who is Prime Minister, it's not my job to have a preference, but those dreadful skits she used to do with the actors from  Yes Minister, and complaining about the BBC saying "British troops" instead of "our troops"... This sort of thing I am qualified to complain about..."
I explain that the lady he's thinking about has died.
'And?' he relies.
I go on, 'The lady you're thinking of has died. It is another lady now."
He straightens his tie. "It seems very unfair to take someone away from their job just because they've died. I was often called in to an office to explain myself to the bones of Lord Reith."
I try to explain who is President of America, but he shows very little interest. "whoever is President of America, they're always going to be the sort of person who wants to be President of America. I'm really not interested in what someone like that thinks"

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