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February 17, 2009
Why I never got further in life
Simon J's deeply painful story of lost love in the park reminded me of a similar canine catastrophe. As the local vicar, I was standing on the street corner, talking to one of our three local councillors - and perhaps the one most antagonistic towards the church.
The sun shone, and we were talking about the environment, when my dog Sydney chose this moment to spoil it. She crouched and delivered in time honoured fashion, as the councillor looked disapprovingly on. I reached quickly for the plastic bag in my pocket, but today it wasn't there.
I always had bags, always. I usually had two or three. But not today.
Thank you dog! Thank you God! Thank you so fuckin' much! I mean, just when you need a break! And why? I'm still asking the question. My career never really recovered...
Posted by Mr Bojangles at February 17, 2009 09:23 AM