Through a tunnel underneath a large roundabout, I can just about see the light!
So it is Theme Thursday again, and this week those of us fortunate enough to live in the Southern Hemisphere - the greatest Hemisphere in the known universe - are once again disadvantaged!
We're just into summer and I am supposed to talk SNOW?!?
Sorry fellas, SNOW chance of that!
I once knew a fellow who was charming, in a roguish way. He had a cutting wit, and although his manner to my mind drifted into the unnecessarily cruel, he remained quite the hit with the ladies.
An attractive gent, he was aware of his physical charms. Knowing this appeared to empower some of his less attractive features. That said, he was the life of the party, and his trademark bons mots always ensured a steady bevy of beauties hanging off his arm. Moreover, despite what many of the legions of his callously discarded conquests might like to tell themselves, he really, truthfully was happy and content with his life.
I remember one particular time when a young lady left his side with a short, sharp wail. Later, I found her outside in the cold evening air, a hulking, quivering mass of snot and tears amidst the sleet and the SNOW. She was inconsolable.
This was not atypical.
Back inside, I sidled up to him – fresh drink in hand (of course) – and, casual as you like, shared an observation with him as we scrutinized the multitude of girls in the room. I meant no offence (well, maybe a little offence), but I felt the need to share.
“I know that you think you’re funny and cool and urbane and all that, but really, you’re just an arsehole.”
“I know,” he said.
He looked pretty pleased with himself.