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Jan. 2nd, 2007 11:56 pmAt last have returned to (sort of) my own computer and so can set about righting wrongs, for example, dealing with my ineptitude in certain matters.
Dear Softside...dammit: well, at least it shows that I respond to the way people express themselves, and not their gender. A lesson I've learnt more than once over the years, but which has never seemed to stick. But am reassured that anyone who can think the way he does will derive some amusement (at my expense) from the circumstance. I hope his lady wife/partner will also find it funny (or am I making assumptions yet again - not enough information - again, please excuse if I err: the conventions with which I grew up are insufficient to deal with many new situations as they arise - and are being constantly modified as an ongoing process - but surely that is the case for us all).
There used to be a 'commercial' on telly in my teens that depicted a 'Jeeves' type character admonishing a youngish man of the 'Bright Young Thing' tendency about the correctness of dress. Despite the petit bourgeois product, it sold with the byline 'One instinctively knows when something is right'.
Aside from manners - which mainly deal with how to cope when things go wrong (or is that diplomacy?) I instinctively know very little, or so it seems. And the only reason I know about getting things wrong is I've done it so often, and am therefore practised at making the attempt to smooth over feathers I've ruffled, however inadvertently .
Blast.
Where's Jeeves when I need him? (Working for someone who can afford him, probably.)
The fact that I'm not quite fit to tie my own shoelaces has been a source of concern to all, but principally to me. Especially as I'm given to claim that I managed a scholarship on some similar accomplishment - which is obviously a fib - everyone kno it was rilly for outstanding moral carakter, sa molesworth, either that or yor speling.
For reasons unknown to me, I'm really looking forward to 2007. Consign last year to the archive of Mnemosyne, because I cannot forget Dad, but move on.
Dear Softside...dammit: well, at least it shows that I respond to the way people express themselves, and not their gender. A lesson I've learnt more than once over the years, but which has never seemed to stick. But am reassured that anyone who can think the way he does will derive some amusement (at my expense) from the circumstance. I hope his lady wife/partner will also find it funny (or am I making assumptions yet again - not enough information - again, please excuse if I err: the conventions with which I grew up are insufficient to deal with many new situations as they arise - and are being constantly modified as an ongoing process - but surely that is the case for us all).
There used to be a 'commercial' on telly in my teens that depicted a 'Jeeves' type character admonishing a youngish man of the 'Bright Young Thing' tendency about the correctness of dress. Despite the petit bourgeois product, it sold with the byline 'One instinctively knows when something is right'.
Aside from manners - which mainly deal with how to cope when things go wrong (or is that diplomacy?) I instinctively know very little, or so it seems. And the only reason I know about getting things wrong is I've done it so often, and am therefore practised at making the attempt to smooth over feathers I've ruffled, however inadvertently .
Blast.
Where's Jeeves when I need him? (Working for someone who can afford him, probably.)
The fact that I'm not quite fit to tie my own shoelaces has been a source of concern to all, but principally to me. Especially as I'm given to claim that I managed a scholarship on some similar accomplishment - which is obviously a fib - everyone kno it was rilly for outstanding moral carakter, sa molesworth, either that or yor speling.
For reasons unknown to me, I'm really looking forward to 2007. Consign last year to the archive of Mnemosyne, because I cannot forget Dad, but move on.
