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Egg

There's no particular point to it.

No point, just expect it to be there don’t you.

You expect it?

And it’s a disappointment if it’s not.

What every time you see a bald person you’re disappointed that they have no hair?

I am.

But what happens if it’s the same person you see again and again, are you disappointed each time?

I am.

So if you meet someone, and they have no hair on a Wednesday, and you see them again on the Thursday, you are again disappointed on the Thursday?

I am.

Surely your expectation at the second meeting is that they would continue to have no hair and because of that logic it can’t be a disappointment?

It can be.

How?

It’s hard to explain things to people who aren't born to listen. 

Are they supposed to buy a wig before they see you the second time?

If they want. It’s their head.

I think the act of buying a wig is disappointing.

Well, it’s a matter of self-respect.

Wearing a rig demonstrates self-respect.

Wig not rig.

That's what I said and you know it. You think wearing a wig demonstrates self-respect?

It shows you realise there’s a problem.

I don’t think it is a problem.

Well you wouldn’t would you. What with what you get up to.







Comments

Gez Smith said…
Hi, Could I include this blog in the new blog aggregator I've launched for Bristol? More info here - www.bristolblogs.com/introducing-bristol-blogs/

If so, drop me a line at hello@bristolblogs.com

cheers,
Gez
iLL Man said…
No! I forbid it!

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