"Do not trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts." ------Virgil, 70 BC
Memorable Holiday Rantings:
- Natalie Portman as Subhuman-Trojan Horse of Pedestrian, Pseudo-Intellectual Hollywood Antic-Makers
- Bukowski as Favoured Figurehead Dilettante of undereducated late-20-mid-30s Fashionistas sporting Americana “Western” Gear (Black req.’d)
- Toast and Peanut Butter as sole diet being not only reasonable but perfunctory for New Age Simplified Living
- Hats as Conspicuous (and most commonly Failed) attempts at defining (and amplifying) a singular, “Signature” Style
- Giles Deacon London > Giles Deacon Paris
- Squirrels > Cats
- Concept of Real Beauties as Skulkers of damp, dark alley-ways behind camouflage army hoods, peddling dead stock cigarettes, and Fake Ones jumping and shouting from rooftops (and red carpets) in McQueen sting-ray plats not meant for them, offering only a caustic image to their fellow human
- Death Valley as the Poor-Man’s Shangri-La
- Biological Clock as Plebian excuse for rabbit-like behaviour, implies genetic weakness, supports biologically-destructive reproductive rate, Darwin says EVOLVE OR KILL EVERYONE ELSE! (Procreation is for British chic-lit lovers?)*
(*DISCLAIMER: None of these topics have been tested for sensibility or actual conversational sustainability in the light of day)