Salt Lowers Blood Sugar and Other Utterly Preposterous Things to Say
Here are a few of my favourites. All genuine:
“I don’t believe in God. I’m an amethyst”.
“You’re going on holiday? Anywhere nice?” No, self catering in Afghanistan. In a cave. Alone. Or I might circumnavigate the Falkland Islands in a submarine.
“It’s raining. That horrible rain that gets you wet”. As opposed to…?
“What’s the number for 999?” We’re in an emergency situation. I don’t have time for your stupidity.
“I really fancy the black guy from JLS”. You’re going to have to narrow it down a bit more.
“You are driving erotically. Pull over!” I shall take that as a compliment.
[To a diabetic friend whose blood glucose was a little high] “Do you want me to get you some Ready Salted crisps? Salt lowers blood sugar”. They’re not acid and alkaline – salt doesn’t cancel out sugar. Who taught you Chemistry?
“Can you see out of your glass eye?” Who said that?
“The exception proves the rule”. Does it? Does it?
“How many sides does a triangle have?” I no longer wish to be associated with you.
“I could care less”. You could? Excellent.
[Having purchased one item at the supermarket, the checkout assistant asks] “Would you like help with your packing?” No, I think I can just about manage a loaf of bread singlehandedly, thank you.
“I recognise your voice from your email”.
“My eyesight has been playing up, and I keep getting headaches, so I’m having a rectal scan tomorrow”. You need to change your doctor.
[Upon hearing Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ for the first time] “Has someone covered Hearsay?”
“Well, me, myself, personally…” How many of you are there?
[In the boardroom] “We don’t have to boil the ocean”. Always reassuring to know. Now back to work…
“I may not know a lot about politics, but I do know that James Cameron is not the right Prime Minister to lead us out of recession”. Very true. Despite a strong Directing career, his political credentials are somewhat lacking. Shall we see how David Cameron fares instead?
“Silence when you’re talking to me”.
Sometimes there are no words.