Just at the moment I am immersed in literary criticism, of which I intend to write more later, and consequently I am a touch sensitive concerning the nature of analogies, images and metaphors in written English. Re-reading some of the old guff I have spewed forth below (dammit, I've done it again!) I can't help noticing a plethora, and a tedious one at that, of references to vomiting, sickness, nausea and poo! This has to stop lest the amateur phycho-analysts amongst you infer that my junior potty-training was not all it should have been and that there-in lies the cause of my adult misanthropy. So, now you will understand why I have sternly refused to even contemplate writing a single word concerning the MPs who have just voted to exclude themselves from the Freedom of Information Act in order to hide their expenses because the only words that spring to mind are ... SICK-MAKING SHITS!
Oh, sorry, nurse, yes I will take my pill now and go for a lie down.
Don't take it David, it's a laxative....
Posted by: The iLL Man | Friday, 18 May 2007 at 23:39