Stuart's Blog

You know the feeling don’t you? The arty party, the high stakes meeting, those arguments…
and your nemesis lets a barbed comment fly in your direction, and the room hears it hit its mark, and you hear the laughter/gasps of recognition/shoe gazing silence, and.
And.
At the very moment of your death-by-acid-tongue, you search for the one tearse phrase to put your verbal jousting partner face down in the dirt…
And.
Nothing.
The agony, (for agony it is) lasts to your parting. Others, the onlookers, the mourners, the furtive glancers are gone and you descend the stairs a beaten soul.
When inspiration strikes.
For some reason the act of placing your hand on the door knob, walking out and down the stairs resurrects the wit in you.
Of course the French have a phrase for it

Another in a short line of irregular posts, just to keep my hand in y’understand. Been watching somebody elses blog in New Orleans for the past week, and been marveling at how they kept their heads while all around them were losing theirs, so bloody well done to all at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/interdictor/2005/09/01/ – great to get the news first hand and not filtered through a news corporation or such like, no spin, no bull just called it as they saw it and indeed showed it to us in the sheer number of pictures and streaming video feeds and so on, superb work.
Nowt else to report, although I bet there is and I just cant remember what it is…