on cynicism and such

Right then.

I was on the bus earlier today, as can be the case from time to time. The woman in front of me had a (red top) paper which was open on the problems page.

Right there is all the proof you'll ever need that:
- people never learn
- people are gluttons for punishment
- people think that the rules don't apply to them

I mean seriously. I can only assume these people never read the problem page to which they have decided to send their desperate plea for help because they're having an affair with a married man and he says he'll leave her but he hasn't yet etc etc.

Unless of course all of these letters are made up and I've been had.

I think I probably am a cynic. At least, according to Wikipedia I am. And according to MotherVic.

But I like to think I'm at least an optimistic cynic. A cynic with a dash of hope. Sometimes.

Maybe a chipper cynic.

I should be careful. I'm coming awfully close to making a defining statement about myself. We all know how much I hate being boxed up now don't we.

This is, quite frankly, going nowhere. And I should really get some shuteye. Tomorrow I'm heading out Sevenoaks way. So watch out posh people. You've got it coming.

Think that's about it.