Here's the way I see it, Tom. I think your gung ho description was hilarious, all the more so given your realisation that you were indeed an effing idiot. We all tell stories about ourselves. Your train one reminded me of something in one of Stephen Potter's one upmanship books. Someone was telling a group of people about his dangerous e…
Here's the way I see it, Tom. I think your gung ho description was hilarious, all the more so given your realisation that you were indeed an effing idiot. We all tell stories about ourselves. Your train one reminded me of something in one of Stephen Potter's one upmanship books. Someone was telling a group of people about his dangerous escapades during World War 2. This person had been nowhere near the front. "I managed to stamp the flaming stuff out with my foot just in time". Potter says: Only I happened to know that an ember from a firework had blown into his garden, and that's what he was talking about. Chortle. Please don't become TOO down to earth in your old age!
I hope not to become too “down to earth,” if only because “down to earth” in my family has become a sly shorthand for saying that someone is totally full of shit! But I take your meaning. I’m trying to find the line in writing personal essays where I tell a good story while not puffing myself up to be something I’m not. It’s a tricky business … makes me want to just write fiction.
Here's the way I see it, Tom. I think your gung ho description was hilarious, all the more so given your realisation that you were indeed an effing idiot. We all tell stories about ourselves. Your train one reminded me of something in one of Stephen Potter's one upmanship books. Someone was telling a group of people about his dangerous escapades during World War 2. This person had been nowhere near the front. "I managed to stamp the flaming stuff out with my foot just in time". Potter says: Only I happened to know that an ember from a firework had blown into his garden, and that's what he was talking about. Chortle. Please don't become TOO down to earth in your old age!
I hope not to become too “down to earth,” if only because “down to earth” in my family has become a sly shorthand for saying that someone is totally full of shit! But I take your meaning. I’m trying to find the line in writing personal essays where I tell a good story while not puffing myself up to be something I’m not. It’s a tricky business … makes me want to just write fiction.