Friday, March 20, 2009
Speaking ill
The mum makes some observation about the untimely passing of Natasha Richardson; I feel fairly sure that the mum didn't even know who Richardson was until her skiing accident hit the front pages this week, but now she's suddenly the girl next door.
Hmmmm.
Although generally disinclined to join in the ghoulish tongue-wagging, I do wonder aloud how exactly Richardson came to suffer her head injuries.
"She probably hit her head on the ski instructor's pelvis," is Tel's ribald suggestion.
A thousand miles away, deep underground, the devil himself looks momentarily appalled, shakes his head, then continues sharpening his pitchfork.
Hmmmm.
Although generally disinclined to join in the ghoulish tongue-wagging, I do wonder aloud how exactly Richardson came to suffer her head injuries.
"She probably hit her head on the ski instructor's pelvis," is Tel's ribald suggestion.
A thousand miles away, deep underground, the devil himself looks momentarily appalled, shakes his head, then continues sharpening his pitchfork.
Labels: COMRADES, MISDEEDS, WORDS
