When in doubt, get a fecking grip.
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smokingbootWell, if I don't get it out here, it will turn up this afternoon in the pre-funeral meetup. So bitchy rant time.
Mark asked Elvis Diary to project manage his funeral and his sister is cool with that. And no doubt Elvis Diary will be magnificent. Mark was pagan. She has some kind of Tennyson Morte D'Arthur idea about 4 queens (3 surely, but this is a nod to the quarters I guess) and after much pressure from friends of She Who Never Visits, the latter has been invited to be part of the ceremony team. This is no doubt to thank her for her devotion to Mark in doing absolutely nothing. She didn't visit him in hospital, at home or in the hospice, though she said she would come and he waited for her. Her most noteworthy contribution was in refusing him a chair when he tried to sit at her stall at the Mind, Body and Spirit Festival. Apparently she was being filmed, so that makes all the difference. Now, admittedly she may not have known quite how severely ill he was, so there's a lesson in that for all of us; your friend asks you if they can sit down, you give them a chair, cos you never know - they may be dying. They don't need to be in shot, and anyway, you're not Scarlett Bleedin' O'Hara.
But, but, he did adore her. And a few years back she bought him - or pointed out for him to buy - some pretty scarves and assisted him in a makeover which entailed a cool long leather coat and some judiciously applied hair dye. So that balances it out clearly. Never mind the loneliness and terror of facing death; Think L'Oreal. Because you're worth it.
Of course she should get the opportunity to get things square in her head about Mark, and to say goodbye. Strutting around play-acting some Avalonian queen, she would love, but I suspect the tube strike and the horrors of having to cross the river will deter her even from beloved exhibitionism. She wasn't there for him before and I don't think she will be there for him now. She'll certainly have the vapours at the idea of the meeting today- what, a pub in the Borough? She'll need assistance; protection; an armed escort to keep off both her fans, only one's dead and the other's hovering behind her trying to stop her crimp falling out.
Polish brass all you like, it'll never be gold.
And that's me vented. I might even be pleasant and non-judgemental this afternoon, for Mark's sake, but also for some balance, some sense of justice. I do not know all the circumstances by a long chalk. It's important to remember that.
Mark asked Elvis Diary to project manage his funeral and his sister is cool with that. And no doubt Elvis Diary will be magnificent. Mark was pagan. She has some kind of Tennyson Morte D'Arthur idea about 4 queens (3 surely, but this is a nod to the quarters I guess) and after much pressure from friends of She Who Never Visits, the latter has been invited to be part of the ceremony team. This is no doubt to thank her for her devotion to Mark in doing absolutely nothing. She didn't visit him in hospital, at home or in the hospice, though she said she would come and he waited for her. Her most noteworthy contribution was in refusing him a chair when he tried to sit at her stall at the Mind, Body and Spirit Festival. Apparently she was being filmed, so that makes all the difference. Now, admittedly she may not have known quite how severely ill he was, so there's a lesson in that for all of us; your friend asks you if they can sit down, you give them a chair, cos you never know - they may be dying. They don't need to be in shot, and anyway, you're not Scarlett Bleedin' O'Hara.
But, but, he did adore her. And a few years back she bought him - or pointed out for him to buy - some pretty scarves and assisted him in a makeover which entailed a cool long leather coat and some judiciously applied hair dye. So that balances it out clearly. Never mind the loneliness and terror of facing death; Think L'Oreal. Because you're worth it.
Of course she should get the opportunity to get things square in her head about Mark, and to say goodbye. Strutting around play-acting some Avalonian queen, she would love, but I suspect the tube strike and the horrors of having to cross the river will deter her even from beloved exhibitionism. She wasn't there for him before and I don't think she will be there for him now. She'll certainly have the vapours at the idea of the meeting today- what, a pub in the Borough? She'll need assistance; protection; an armed escort to keep off both her fans, only one's dead and the other's hovering behind her trying to stop her crimp falling out.
Polish brass all you like, it'll never be gold.
And that's me vented. I might even be pleasant and non-judgemental this afternoon, for Mark's sake, but also for some balance, some sense of justice. I do not know all the circumstances by a long chalk. It's important to remember that.
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