Monday, November 03, 2008

Wrapper's delight

There were a couple of largeish sheets of bubblewrap on the bedroom floor. I picked them up and put them in the bin, without experiencing the slightest desire to pop them.

I think I've finally grown up.

11 comments:

amyonymous said...

this is a sad day.

Murph said...

Everyone grows out of pop. And most people ignore wrap. Or leave it in their House or Garage.

Thank goodness you still do that thing with Tea Cosies eh?

Boz said...

But what size were they? I still have to pop the really big bubble wrap stuff, because that's much rarer in my life.

Christopher Campbell-Howes said...

On the bedroom floor? This must be something new. And what's this with tea cosies? Glad to hear Old England flourishes yet in Thailand.

Chris said...

How is it grown up to get anxious about not finding bubblewrap exciting enough? Sounds more like adolescence to me.

Tim Footman said...

Only for Palin, I hope, Amy. (I somehow think McCain doesn't want it any more.)

Ssshh, Murph. The tea cosy thing was between you, me and the PG Tips chimps.

Standard size, Boz. Like little blisters.

Sorry, Christopher. It's an old definition of an intellectual: someone who can be left alone and unobserved with a tea cosy, and doesn't put it on his head. Like the person who hears the William Tell overture and doesn't think of the Lone Ranger.

What anxiety, Chris? Passive acceptance of time and fate, I reckon.

Grafxgurl said...

How can you not pop bubble wrap!!
POP it i say!!is this some sort of diet i dont know about!?!?

garfer said...

See a psychiatrist.

As doctor Johnson almost said: "When a man it tired of popping bubble wrap he is tired of life".

amyonymous said...

that's funny, Tim. I meant it was a sad day because you grew up!

and i thought i was the one obsessed with the election.

llewtrah said...

We have yards and yards of this at work and I have to rein in my urges.

verif - jinhype (sounds like advertising has crept into the verif?)

kim said...

Considering you threw it away rather than re-used it means you haven't yet succumbed to the thrift-like ways of old age, and are still lost in a young material world.