Sunday, April 26, 2009

The world stops for no man

Gordon Brown still does that weird gulping mouth thing. DFS are still having a sale. Simon Cowell’s teeth can still be seen from space. It’s been 8 weeks since my operation and the world trundles on in much the same way. There are still engineering works on the Victoria Line. The Sun still rises in the east. At work they still spell my surname wrong. It’s been 8 weeks since my operation and the world trundles on in much the same way. Geri Halliwell is still 32. Safety razors still cut people. Paper still beats stone. £2 a week is still all it takes to make a difference to an African child’s life. Bath water still goes down the plughole the same way. It’s been 8 weeks since my operation and the world trundles on in much the same way. i still goes before e except after c. I still want to punch people who answer straightforward questions with “Is the Pope Catholic?” instead of just saying yes. It’s still legal for London cabbies to urinate against the rear wheel of their cab. It still does exactly what it says on the tin. Cliff Richard is still a bachelor boy. It’s been 8 weeks since my operation and the world trundles on in much the same way. Gordon Brown. Weird. Mouth. DFS. Sale. Simon Cowell. Teeth. Moon. Engineering works. Victoria Line. Sun. East. Surname. Wrong. Halliwell. 32. Safety razors. Cut. £2. Child. Life. Water. Plughole. i. e. c. Pope. Catholic. Cab. Driver. Urinate. Wheel. Does. Exactly. Says. Tin. Cliff. Bachelor. It’s been 8 weeks since my operation and the world trundles on in much the same way. Stop! The world might be trundling on in much the same way, but my world, my little world, the one I occupy has been turned completely on its head. Things have changed in my world. Things aren’t the same any more. The way I use the toilet is different. The way I dress myself is different. The way I sleep is different. The way I see myself is different. The way I feel about myself is different. It’s been 8 weeks since my operation. The world trundles on in much the same way. And I’ll trundle along with it. The same, but a little bit different.