Reason Gave In to Rabelaisian Rebellion

So Confession time. (In a strictly non-Catholic way.) It wasn’t meant to happen. I didn’t want it to. I even fought it. But to no avail. Reason gave in to Rabelaisian rebellion and I lost control. I fell in love.

Most of the time it feels like having a vicious flu. Every fibre of my being is on fire, all muscles ache and breathing is about as painful as swallowing ice cold Coca-Cola when you’re really thirsty. And that’s just the physical aspect. Mentally it’s like being caught in one of those nightmares one used to have as a teenager. You know, where you make a spectacular fool of yourself in the most embarrassing situations.

All of a sudden arranged marriages doesn’t sound as such a bad idea. Presumably, they are the result of families comparing tick lists and calculating the probability of a happily ever after scenario. That’s reason. Something a Rabelaisian approach leaves very little room for. Instead you find yourself floating on a sea of fun, frolics and fantasies. No river too deep. No mountain too high.

This lurve business is probably more damaging to people’s health than passive smoking. Has Gordon Brown been informed?