August 1, 2012 § 195 Comments
There are some comforts to be found in self-employment, and one is that no one can sack you. So it is with being a plankton, at least no one can be unfaithful to you.
Seems there’s a lot of infidelity about, all over the bloody shop; seemingly more now than ever before. Everywhere you look. Every day I hear of new stories of friends or friends of friends or not even friends (stories in the papers, and I don’t even read the tabloids). I am currently haunted by one beautiful, perfect, brilliant young woman (not a celebrity) who is only one degree of separation from me and who was with her boyfriend for ten years. Got married very recently. Fairytale wedding and all that. Only to discover, just months later, that he is fucking someone else. I see the photograph of Someone Else, smiling and smug and self-righteous, and the evil part of me wishes her considerable ill. As well as him.
I can’t help it.