et tu brute........

et tu brute


now, sometimes we are lucky in the nhs...we have breaks,
in a nice  coffee room
with access to a computer


so I have just read the following, scathing (ney cutting)
comments from my so called friend ....Thomas Stephenson ,
who said this in last night's somewhat fruity blog entitled "my Arse":-

"Now it's not often that I slag someone off behind their back, but I know John is at work tonight, so he won't be able to defend himself until everyone in the North Eastern Hemisphere has gone to bed, so I feel safe. Let's hope I don't find myself in intensive care in his part of Wales, but since I never choose to visit on a matter of principal, the chances of me having a head-on collision in his jurisdiction are virtually nil, and I am hoping to get up early enough to erase this post before he has a chance to read it.
What have I got against him? Well, he seems to be surrounded by sycophants for a start - have you seen how many people respond to one of his posts announcing the arrival of a sick chicken at his hoarding-centre up there in sheep-shagger country? I sit here day after day, making profound comments about Life, the Universe and Everything, and attract about 5 comments from mad old women in Canada and the USA - half of whom are retired/failed interior designers, and the other half that seem to spend their retirements knitting cup-cakes for fictitious Grand-Children and deliberately mowing down pedestrians in their 4 Litre Jeeps - and HE just has to mention one of his fucking dogs shitting on the carpet to get about 50 ecstatic comments telling him what a wonderful, caring person he is, and how only God understands how he must keep it all together in such an efficient and caring way!.............."

All I have got to say in reply  is....


"envy is a terrible emotion for an over-the-hill artistic-type to acknowledge....."

Now I may have an adoring following..but let's face it who wouldn't when you are blogging about fluffy bunnies, sweet fat old chickens and incontinent bulldogs....?

perhaps that is the lesson in point.....

an essay on the merits of slabs of stone,  old sets of candlesticks and some knackered old wine glasses.....perhaps just doesn't cut the mustard....let alone capture the imagination

much love and as grouch would put it

oxoxoxoxoxo

john

PS. to all those so called sycophants......please feel free to pop over the old fart's blog site and leave him a pithy comment.....he doesn't receive many!