If each morning may be described as a collection of blank pages upon which we record our daily deeds so that, at the chimes of midnight, Life can finally publish a Book of the Day, then this particular fourth of September I have produced a bumper illustrated history of Monday in seven volumes. True, only the second paragraph of page 134 and the eighth line of page 793 are actually worth reading, bit I am certain that fig.9b will raise a smile on some lips. Mind you, the binding is cheaply manufactured so you'll want to be very careful when handling the whole book, especially volume six, as it is rather delicate. And why Life decided to use that picture of me on the cover I'll never know. But it's the title Life has used that really bothers me: "September 4th: Why Bother Getting Up?" The book is sure to hit the remainders bin very swiftly with an unpromising title like that. You would think Life would know these things after all these years, wouldn't you? But that's just Life, I guess.
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I'm seeing a film treatment here. your bumbling but loyal servant throwing open the curtains, hoisting a silver tray of glassed tomato juice. the slightly hungover aristocrat assaulted by sunlight. he can't locate his slippers. most amusing.
Posted by: sidekick | September 04, 2006 at 21:59
The thought of tomato juice would send me right back to sleep. I'm a ten cups of coffee man.
Posted by: stephenesque | September 05, 2006 at 10:26