MALE NAIL VARNISH (# 74,927)

I’ve been wearing it all week, courtesy of my daughter. It’s only the left hand, the hand with which I now type slowly and dizzyingly. By resting my head upon my right hand it helps the left hand to focus. The distance covered by my gliding left hand is so much greater, like a manic fly in its lasts throws of life having been locked in a room with stale air polluted by unwashed socks worn by a farm labourer for 6 days solid graft in a field of cabbages. Ahhh, the release. Labouriousness gets a bad name. It could easily have been christened ‘patience’ but its mother suffered a c-section breach and they had to break her hip to get it out. This is not a cheap quip about labour, it is a true story to be found in the register of births, deaths and marriages.

July 16, 2010
Filed Under Writing on writing 

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2 Responses to “MALE NAIL VARNISH (# 74,927)”

  1. Andy Hayes on July 19th, 2010 11:40 pm

    Ah Pete… This thisness is perfect for Dad Club…

  2. Pete on July 20th, 2010 9:37 pm

    Thanks Andy, are you on the collapsing trail north yet?

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