Chasing Waterfalls has the good sense to link here….good sense not for the linking to me, of course, but because it means I am now aware of his place and the quality of his writing. You might like this on Princess Diana:
During my tenure at Angus Ogg, Princess Di smacked into a Parisian
underpass and became Princess Di-ed. And there was great wailing and
nashing of teeth among the servile regophiles that infest London. The
day after Diana got mashed into pulp, this moonbat manager came to me
with tears in his eyes and said, "xj, you’re clever, explain it to me:
you go all your life believing in God and then something like this
happens. How is this possible?"
Just so we’re clear: this wasn’t
some overpromoted kid. This was a mature man, a father of children, an
executive of a large corporation. He had presumably heard about the
genocides in Rwanda and Cambodia and Stalin’s gulags and the whole two
world wars thing, and probably at some point somebody had brought up
the fact that there were these guys called the Nazis that had murdered,
oh, six, seven million people in cold blood, and yet the only thing
that had ever caused this moonbat to doubt his faith in a benevolent
God was a car wreck involving a dumb, useless ditz whose only
achievement in life was to marry a big-eared hippy who had the hots for
another woman, cheat on him with, and give birth to a dork with a swastika fetish.
Diana? To coin a phrase, "Screw her".
Or perhaps this:
It turned out that Byeck suspected the woman living in the apartment
above him of being a hooker, and had got her number somehow. Then he
had decided that, rather than cut into his busy schedule of…
whatever, he was going to get the newbie to do it.
He told me he
wasn’t surprised that the woman had turned out to be a hooker because
only three types of people could afford to live in central London:
foreign exchange traders (like him), libel lawyers, and prostitutes.
Y’know,
if a young person were to come to me for career advice, I think I’d
have to plump for prostitution, as I suspect it would be significantly
less psychologically damaging than foreign exchange trading. (Of
course, nobody with any morals what so ever would become an, excuse the
expression, libel lawyer).
Turns out that the writer is looking for a new job or career….writing don’t pay much but he’s obviously way too good at it not to do it at least part time.
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