Superstitions are not only a cunt, they’re weird. This is something I Iearn anew every day, being married to an adorable but eccentrically superstitious woman.
Take today, 30th December, as a typical example. I recently sent off for a pair of shoes from Hotter. These duly arrived this morning, and I happened to put the parcel on the table. ‘What’s that?’ enquired ‘Er Indoors, and upon learning the contents of the parcel, promptly threw a wobbly. ‘Don’t put shoes on the table!’ she wails. ‘It’s bad luck!’. What the fuck?
Next up came the matter of putting up her new calendar. She loves to have one with sunny, colourful pictures by her side of the bed, so this year I got her one with cheery photos of bees and butterflies on flowers. Having nothing much else to do, I went to put this new one up, only to encounter wobbly number two. ‘No no!’ she started, ‘don’t put a new calendar up before New Year’. ‘Why on earth not?’ says I.’It’s bad luck’ says she.
Honestly, I fucking ask you. Putting shoes on a table or a new calendar up is ‘bad luck’. I mean, who thinks up this kind of nonsense in the first place? Whoever it is must be a right simple cunt, and the superstitions they foster as are a pile of cunt as well. Weird. Just weird.
Nominated by: Ron Knee




