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if i was going to make a list of things that probably shouldn't exist i'd avoid things of worldly significance like war and poverty and michael macintyre and focus on things more mundane along the lines of pre-grated cheese, the wall aside my driveway, and this 'blog'.

anyway, i got half way through writing the bit of this entry i've just deleted... because it was horseshit... when i happened upon the topic of 'small talk'.

i hate small talk. i can't do it and it annoys me. last year my dad did himself a proper mischief which resulted in months in hospital and such like.. and so there was a lot of visiting.. and everyone feeling the need to say stuff until my sister finally said what everyone was thinking... we don't 'do' small talk in my family. we don't like it and we're not very good at it. oh, except for my mother who is irish and can talk to anyone, about anything, forever.

i am particulary non-fond of it. at work i see swathes of my day wasted by people incapable of simply saying what needs to be said and fucking off. probably my biggest beef is the fact that it's so inaptly named. there is nothing small about small talk... it's huge. it takes up a massive amount of space that would be better filled with, pretty much, anything else. maybe i'm a mild misanthropist... but i don't give a fuck about the weather, i don't remember where i bought my shirt and i certainly don't want to talk about it, what i'm doing at the weekend is nothing to do with you, i don't know what my average fuel consumption is, and i don't want to tell you about the music i'm listening to because i know you think it's fucking wierd and you're only asking because you feel compelled to say *something*... so just be on your way because whilst you might be able to leave here at 5:30 despite having wasted half the day small talking, i will have to stay until 8:30 to do all the things i can't do now because of YOU.

ok. is that everything. ARE WE DONE NOW? KTHXBYE.