I feel triumphant and guilty. It goes thus:- since my early 40s I have put Nivea on my face post shaving to hold back the ravages of time. Not the ponce-y semi-liquid face cream in a plastic tub, you understand, but the real deal with the viscosity of deep frozen diesel. When applying it I have sometimes felt like a totalitarian regime interrogating myself for information I do not have. Heres the thing. I have never succeeded in actually finishing a tin. I carelessly leave them in far off hotels, or they are confiscated by dull-eyed airport security or, in one bizarre incident, one was stolen along with my toothbrush and a plastic comb. So the triumph came when I actually finished one last week. The guilt? Ah that was invoked by the hollow, tinny clatter as I casually tossed the empty container into the aluminium bathroom trash can. Like having a dog put down.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 08:42:36 +0000