Triggered by a discussion elsewhere about geeks and nerds, some (slightly spiteful) rubbish I have had kicking around my head for a while.
(It is not about anyone in particular, just a trend I noticed and was kind of bugging me. But absolutely not about anyone specific.)
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Isn’t it cool, standing up there with your acoustic guitar and your sweet smile. A fashionably scraggy cardigan and your mittens. Mustn’t forget your mittens.
Singing your twee little song, fantasising about Professor Brian Cox and killing your useless boyfriend, using a recipe you learned at Science Club.
Because, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. That you were on a different stage, in the same cardigan and the same mittens. Singing your twee little song, fantasising about Russell Crowe out of Gladiator and killing your useless boyfriend using a method you learned from Spooks.
Ride that bandwagon hard and cling to it for all you are worth. Your hands won’t hurt.
Because you didn’t forget the mittens.
Out of My Tiny Mind 