Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Phatic Inflation
Inflationary pressures seem to be at work in the field of phatic communion. Buying my lunchtime sandwich yesterday (which was, admittedly, Monday), the man at the counter sent me on my merry way with the injunction to 'Have a good week'. Now, 'Have a good day' I have almost ceased to notice - but 'Have a good week'?! Surely that is too much to ask of any man. As it happens, I am not having one, so I shall be obliged to drop in again at lunchtime and tell him that, regrettably, I have been unable thus far to live up to his kind wishes. I shall follow through with daily updates, in the hope that, in the end, it does indeed turn out to be a good week. He'll be so happy for me - I can't wait to see his face...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
It always amazes me I get through weeks and months on end, not to mention years, without some calamity befalling me. I don't know how I do it. It's a f..king miracle. Funny post, Nige. Have a good quarter of hour.
ReplyDeleteit doesn't say much for his sandwiches.
ReplyDeleteI'm having a rather mediocre week myself, Nige. Hope it improves for both of us.....
ReplyDeleteContemplate Mr Darling's week - that should make almost all of us feel a lot better. This afternoon he is due to announce that part of his fiefdom has mislaid 15 million confidential records in a cafe or some such. I don't imagine he's got much appetite for a round of tuna sandwiches just at the moment.
ReplyDelete