Nemesis
I think my weekend of mis-shapen sleep may have caused a grey mood to descend on me today, because some part of Monday was invested in my thinking of ways I can avenge people who have slighted me. I’m ashamed to say that the idea of poking dog-shit through letter-boxes did loan out some of my time.
Ambition of my own disappeared backstage, as I tried to work out who I could put in their place to make my day more cheery. I think the problem is I don’t have a genuine nemesis.
All good super-heroes have them. Superman had those reverse-reality do-badders. Emu had Grottbags. And David Cameron has every sentient being on the planet. I feel left out.
It may sound needlessly destructive, but if I could just highlight a willing candidate to be my idealogical opposite I’d be far more personally constructive. I need that sort of motivation. And what could be more motivating than trying to wipe someone from the face of the earth who tends to not completely agree with your world-view.
The search continues - you can stop it all here by emailing endme@thisiskeith.co.uk - with the words “Bring it on keithy” in the subject line.
Leave it a week though, my feline side-kick, Ringo, may have ring-worm.
