Straight Jacket Diaries

Friday, June 30, 2006

Messing with voodoo and is it just poodoo?

I've just sat down to do my daily blogging ritual....and then I realised that I've got no idea what I'm going to talk about. Well......I'm still in a bit of a weird mood, but they are going to be selling massages at work tomorrow so that might help.

If that doesn't work then there's always voodoo. Now this isn't my idea, and I must say now that I was tricked into it (a helpful note for anyone who talks to other people, don't trust them, they'll demand a part of you and either frame you for a crime or make a voodoo doll of you so that they can force you to pay all of the rent).

For my part, I think the effects of such things as voodoo are mainly placebo related in nature. If you see someone twisting the spine of a little effigy of you then you automatically begin to feel phantom twinges in your back. Then again, who's to say? It may be your bodies paranoia, or it just may be that it's all in the voodoo. It's just one of many questions in life, like why does B.A. Barrakas have more air miles than me when "He ain't getting in no plane fool!"?

1 Comments:

  • Selling massages? The last time I tried that I was flung into the back of a meat wagon: I still insist it was purely occupational therapy, but I will never get back those six months of my life I lost to "community service"... Still, some of the residents of Benwell did eventually warm to my introductory aromatherapy courses, and I like to think I brightened their lives in my own small way.
    Now you mention it though, I have been experiencing some quite acute back pain, so if you see anyone skulking around with an effigy that resembles Morph...
    Er, anyone for a pint

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:06 am  

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