worth more than many sparrows

Sunday, April 25, 2004

looking at the comments on my last post i felt i should take some time to explain the concept of releasing your inner banana. Though really if you don't already know than i don't know how i can explain it to you and you have probably buried your banana very deep down indeed. The revelation of the inner banana came to me in my fresher year at university and i was quick to share this wonderful news with all around me. People were clearly taken by the idea and bananas were being released everywhere. People were thankful to me and alien girl even put a note on my door to encourage the releasing of inner bananas (okay guys its been 4 years, who put that card on my door? do i have to have the handwriting analysed?). They were liberating times and although we have moved on from the days of shouting the news from the rooftops and it has become more of a silent outworking of banana releasing, we do not forget all the joy our inner bananas brought us. late night jaunts to the service station in bikinis with feather dusters (actually if i remember correctly everyone else removed their extra trappings before entering the service station but it was early days and at least they had tried); missions with mr newtie to exotic destinations (we will always remember lugano. where are you now mr newtie? do you remember us fondly?); the birth of the AMAB society with its lesser known branch of WEOF; wine, chicken kievs and neighbours, hiding from the tv licensce man, the potato family, irish dancing, halloween parties, style challenge, dressing up as bugs and holding a pint of beer between fake breasts (they do have a use), and many odd but insightful conversations. It wasn't all joy and inner peace, there were trials to be faced as well - who could forget when the baked bean tin attacked Lammie? and the frustration of rachel insisiting on a cup of tea that was strong but milky at the same time (i wish i hadn't bloody well offered). don't know why that last one came to mind.

"i will never satisfy you, i'll never even try to"

posted by Brianne 11:21 am

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