my innermost sanctum

'fessed up

my curiosity got the better of me so i surfed into the news of the world and, lo and behold, this caught me eye:

"BECKHAM CONFESSES"

the headline hollered. regardless if this piece of "news" is true or otherwise, the following off the brains trust sums up becks' state of intellect best:

New type of intelligence classified

Howard Gardner has been forced to add "footballing intelligence" to his multiple intelligences theory, in order to explain the disparity between David Beckham's brilliance on the pitch and the other choices he makes.

and no, i'm not going to make any smart-arsed comment about this "revelation". all i can say is that the harder one tries to hide a horrible secret, the quicker it comes out into the open.

and if he bloody well knew he'd be in massive shite if he's found out, why the heck did he engage in it then?

i asked one blokey whom i, erm, uhm.. AHEM whose fiancee ::shock, horror, gasp!:: was in sweden, but he was posted to work here back then:

me: right, so yer now overcome by guilt, blah yadda, but why the fuck did you embark on it in the first place?
twerp: ...

but of course, which person would reveal as to why apart from the usual bollocks? i was annoyed at first but knew very well what i got myself into.

what can i do? play the scorned and emotionally-injured woman? and then get called "manipulative", or "revengeful"; or worse, "mentally unstable"?

nay, instead of wallowing in self-pity, i got on with life and treated this episode as yet another chapter.

the best bit was, said twerp called on me when he was about to leave the wee isle for good as his contract had expired. and to this day, i only have the nice bits to remember by.

as enscribed by the letter b @ April 18, 2004 12:32 PM