Compulsive reading
Grandad July 30th, 2011
I’m reading a book at the moment.
There is nothing inherently strange about that, as I read a lot.
I don’t know where this book came from but I found it lying around the house and started on Chapter 1. As one does.
The main character in the book is Marty, a bloke who gives up his studies in Trinity College in Dublin and moves back to the family farm down the country. So far, so good.
After the first chapter, I began to have concerns about our friend Marty. He is obviously meant to be a sympathetic character as we are told of all his anguish at settling in back on the farm. He even buys himself a pet lamb to keep himself company. Anyone who does that can’t be all bad?
Wrong.
I have rarely read about a worse character. He is self indulgent, bad tempered, depressed and generally thoroughly dislikeable. He screws his brothers wife, hates his best friend and worst of all, treats the lamb like shit. Every chapter sees him sink to a new low.
Why do I continue to read it?
Because I can’t wait for him to have the shite beaten out of him by someone. God knows, there isn’t a sinner he hasn’t done the nasty on.
I hope he meets with a grizzly and painful end.
I keep hoping it will happen in the next chapter.
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You will like the part about the genetically engineered sheep. A mixture of human and sheep genes. You climate change conspiracy guys will do doubt relate to it.
I wasn’t going to read this post but for some reason or other, which I can’t quite put my finger on, felt compelled.
I now wish I hadn’t, because not being Welsh, I think lambs are for eating not mating. (see, the m and e are interchangeable) – now that’s what I call compelling.
TT – I raise my cap to you! From what I have read so far, the genetic factor seems to be irrelevant. The damned animal seems to spend most of its life cowering under the couch.
Patrick – All my scribbles are compelling. As for lambs – I managed to traumatise my daughter at a very early age. She saw some lambs in a field and was squealing in delight as they frolicked around. Now, all I said was ‘Hmmmm. Mint sauce’ and she hasn’t forgiven me since.
I guess you know the old Billy Connoly joke. If you are going to a shag a sheep take it to the edge of a cliff. Why? ’Cos it pushes back better,
… and wear a pair of wellingtons. Great for slipping the hind legs into.
Wow, you guys know WAY too much about sheep.
… and wear a pair of wellingtons. Great for slipping the hind legs into.
reminds me of a NZ joke,
Even ugly New Zealand men have blond girlfriends,
…..they all say baaaaaaa
There is an old saying hereabouts. “The Mountains – where men are men and sheep are scared” Of course I wouldn’t know anything about any of that.