Is that a word? I was thinking of something to write about before I went down the shops and now I can't think what it was. The only clue being the title. Hmmm, isn't old age wonderful, those synapses just don't click like they used to.
Regrettably the definition isn't able to help me at all so perhaps I'll call it a day.
The only thing I can think of concerns a discussion I had with a colleague yesterday. When asked how someone from Vancouver (one of the worlds most liveable cities apparently) managed to end up cutting cheese for a living on a cold and windy outpost of civilisation. She told me that she met a man on the internet, was married and divorced within two months and now finds him to be a deplorable excuse for a human being (although to be fair he sounds like a pretty average Aussie bloke*).
Some time after the conversation I paused to reflect and felt burdened with the degree of pain she must be in, coming all this way, with such high hopes and to end up where she is. Dreadful.
But is it excoriating?
*Not that the two are mutually exclusive.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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