Cathartics

Not to be confused with Catholics

On our TV we hear comedians gather in groups and say words about things that we think is

nice for them to get a chance to air their lives in public.

Cathartics.

In the newspapers we hear stories about how a child survived cancer and worse and this is his story. His story is a blend of triumph over adversity and faith and trust in science.

Cathartics.

I write a blog and in it I divulge personal information and some juicy gossip tht will hopefully titillate my followers into giving me ‘likes’.

Cathartics.

At a funeral, a relative gives a solemn eulogy to his deceased relative whom in real life was such a laugh there was never a dull moment.

Cathartics.

After the defeat of World War Two the Germans go on to become a leader country in Europe.

Cathartics.

After writing this I will rinse my mouth with cider and contemplate the rest of the afternoon.

Cathartics.

I will never get away from cathartics.

St Peter – Tell me about yourself, Andrew.

Me- OK. Well I wasn’t that good, but I wasn’t that bad really in all honesty.

St Peter – Too bad My Son. Take the elevator to level H

Me – I punch St Peter in the face (uncharacteristically)

St Peter – What did you do that for. I sent you to Heaven.

Me – Oh Sorry. I thought you meant the other place!

St Peter – Well now I think about it…

Me – Don’t worry mate I’m going. See ya! . Cheers! Bye!

Cathartics.

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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