Nemesis, I know your name.
This is euzie. He's been co-opted to this fine waste of white space. Hopefully, he'll be with us for the long haul, not like those other fly-by-nights. You know who you are. He'll be taking over the mantle of being the oldest In Fact, Ah'er. And he's English! So go easy you cuddly, hateful Irish people. Colm.
Let me introduce you to a nemesis of mine. T’is as vicious and evil a nemesis that anybody could hope to have; a nemesis that tests and challenges, throwing obstacle after obstacle in my way. It has been responsible for many a period of woe and strife. This Nemesis has a name and its name is Tuesday.
Now before you think, hang on – “how can a day of the week be a Nemesis?” I will briefly mention that, for a while, the number 16 bus in Dublin ran it a close second. I can see some of you nodding so I will continue. Tuesdays are evil incarnate. While some may hate Mondays (Obviously not Geldof, he made a fortune out of them) and Wednesdays are a bit pointless I’ll admit, it is Tuesdays’ insidiousness and stealth that makes them all so much worse. Mondays you expect. You see them coming. They hang over the weekend like the knowledge that your dad/missus/other is still going to be up when you get home. It’s that bastard Tuesday that catches you out. It’s the proper start to the week, it’s no mans land. It’s the second step into a darkened room. Let me explain.
The weekend is the light, the room with the TV, the party, the drinks, the hot chick and a door. Sunday night you open the door and step through into Monday. Now Monday may be bad, but you still have the door open, the light of the weekend casts it in an eerie glow. You can remember Saturday night, you can talk about the football on
Sunday. Then you close the door.
It’s Tuesday. Its suddenly dark, the weekend behind is a distant memory. You can’t see anything. Even if you manage to get through this ordeal it’s only going to be Wednesday. You stub your toe in the void. You hear a noise. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? Confusion and despondency sets in. What’s the point? Why bother? You hate this fecking job anyway. It’s probably raining. You stepped in some dog shit. It’s Tuesday.
But wait. Your eyes become accustomed to the dark. You can make out shapes. Is it? Yes it’s Wednesday and by the end of Wednesday you can even see the light chinking out from under the door on the other side. Thank Jesus, Vishnu, Buddha, Mohammed and L. Ron Hubbard. That noise? Ah it’s probably the pipes, who cares? You start to make your way to the faint light. It’s Thursday now, you feel good. You may trip over a few chairs on the way, catch your toe on the edge of the bed but hey you can go out and get pissed tonight. After all it’s Friday tomorrow. And there it is. Friday. You’ve opened the door. The light of the weekend ahead bathes you with radiant glory. You just have to turn, check the newly lit room behind, finish off a few things and you are through, home and dry. It’s the weekend; there is beer in the room although to be honest you probably started drinking while you were opening the door. It’s bright and shiny. The music is cool and you don’t have to leave for 2 days. Just never forget about Tuesdays. Tuesdays will cut yer.
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Published by euzie.
Let me introduce you to a nemesis of mine. T’is as vicious and evil a nemesis that anybody could hope to have; a nemesis that tests and challenges, throwing obstacle after obstacle in my way. It has been responsible for many a period of woe and strife. This Nemesis has a name and its name is Tuesday.
Now before you think, hang on – “how can a day of the week be a Nemesis?” I will briefly mention that, for a while, the number 16 bus in Dublin ran it a close second. I can see some of you nodding so I will continue. Tuesdays are evil incarnate. While some may hate Mondays (Obviously not Geldof, he made a fortune out of them) and Wednesdays are a bit pointless I’ll admit, it is Tuesdays’ insidiousness and stealth that makes them all so much worse. Mondays you expect. You see them coming. They hang over the weekend like the knowledge that your dad/missus/other is still going to be up when you get home. It’s that bastard Tuesday that catches you out. It’s the proper start to the week, it’s no mans land. It’s the second step into a darkened room. Let me explain.
The weekend is the light, the room with the TV, the party, the drinks, the hot chick and a door. Sunday night you open the door and step through into Monday. Now Monday may be bad, but you still have the door open, the light of the weekend casts it in an eerie glow. You can remember Saturday night, you can talk about the football on
Sunday. Then you close the door.
It’s Tuesday. Its suddenly dark, the weekend behind is a distant memory. You can’t see anything. Even if you manage to get through this ordeal it’s only going to be Wednesday. You stub your toe in the void. You hear a noise. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? Confusion and despondency sets in. What’s the point? Why bother? You hate this fecking job anyway. It’s probably raining. You stepped in some dog shit. It’s Tuesday.
But wait. Your eyes become accustomed to the dark. You can make out shapes. Is it? Yes it’s Wednesday and by the end of Wednesday you can even see the light chinking out from under the door on the other side. Thank Jesus, Vishnu, Buddha, Mohammed and L. Ron Hubbard. That noise? Ah it’s probably the pipes, who cares? You start to make your way to the faint light. It’s Thursday now, you feel good. You may trip over a few chairs on the way, catch your toe on the edge of the bed but hey you can go out and get pissed tonight. After all it’s Friday tomorrow. And there it is. Friday. You’ve opened the door. The light of the weekend ahead bathes you with radiant glory. You just have to turn, check the newly lit room behind, finish off a few things and you are through, home and dry. It’s the weekend; there is beer in the room although to be honest you probably started drinking while you were opening the door. It’s bright and shiny. The music is cool and you don’t have to leave for 2 days. Just never forget about Tuesdays. Tuesdays will cut yer.
tags:nemesis
Published by euzie.
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