with hindsight/ i'm shite

so priscilla is rereading midnight's children for the first time
and i'm thinking how my two favourite books of last year were
lolita
and
midnight's children
and i'm even more keenly thinking how i didn't like either the first time
...

cos if i didn't like either of two such fabulous books then
doesn't this mean my judgement was off?
well off?
horribly off?
and how do i know its still isn't horribly off?
meaning

what's the point of thinking when there's such a high likelhood of my thinking being rubbish

...
with hindsight/
i'm shite
...
!

plus

good books are hard to come by

and i've just belted through john dickie's great book on the cosa nostra

and am belting through aravind aviga's white tiger

which is being killer and a great book to read here

...

so it looks like midnight's children again

...

plus its five hundred years since krishnadevaraya came to power here and they are having a giant festival to commemorate

there's at least five stages being built

the lights are looking good and it takes off tomorrow and explodes on the 27th

so its gonna be one joyous monster party

great stuff, we hope

and speaking of
with hindsight
i'm shite
i just reread the play i've been writing and got so excited about below
and, sadly, its nowhere near as good as i thought it was
nowhere near
Trollocks

the fact its quite appropriate to the piece
that i should get excited about it,
and then have my hopes/ expectations dashed
again
is, of course, scant consolation
...
of course

very scant
...
though its nothing fifty decent gags and some more good ideas can't sort out
...
mind you
isn't everything?
...
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