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.
Material things get the better of us 