April showers bring forth May flowers

I hope that the above proverb is as true to life as all the others! As April draws to a close I am sitting in a metaphorical down pour of work, which has seen me writing about clay pigeons, motorbikes, commandants and horses. An eclectic and varied melange it has to be said, but nothing which seems to be leading to a permanent position. True, I haven’t actually applied to any vacancy, but I am working against the recognised disadvantage that I am a bag and therefore have not completed an NCTJ course, which seems to be obligatory for any journalist post. Despite working on my shorthand, I am finding it hard to progress beyond 50wpm. Therefore I hope that the figurative shower I am enduring now will lead to the flowering of a permanent position in May.

Further to this, I can honestly say, handle on heart, I haven't needed to use my good looks to achieve this influx of work! Take note Samantha Brick: no-one who I have ever met has hated me for my good looks and bluer than average plastic. But then I have noticed that this only tends to happen when you arrogantly believe you are better looking and bluer than you actually are. In the bag world, as in the human world, modesty is the greatest policy for social harmony. Obviously you may remember Homey B’s comment after my recent surgery, which could have indicated jealousy on his part, but I preferred to take it as the joke that it was intended as!

Today, as I sit at my blue desk, I have been pondering the brilliant proverbs of the English language, which I hope to expand upon at some point in the future. One in particular stood out to me “a prophet is not recognised in his own land”, definitely something to think about!

But que sera sera,  a miss is as good as a mile when it comes to work, the pay is respectable bearing in mind that if you pay peanuts you get monkeys. Since all roads lead to Rome I will continue in my freelance role and believe that all’s well that ends well, but especially for blue bags!

(N.B obviously this picture was taken pre-op! The weather has been so miserable recently I haven't wanted to go outside)

BLUE saw U - Take 4

‘I have a blue house with a blue window, blue is the color of all that I wear, blue are the streets and all the trees are too, I have a girlfriend and she is so blue’ Eiffel 65, Blue (Da Ba Dee)

Obviously this isn’t true. I don’t have a girlfriend because I am a bag, I don’t live in a blue house with a blue window, the streets are not blue and neither are the trees. However, Blue the blue bag is indeed blue and wears this colour with pride. As, it seems, does the latest compatriot to take to the streets; I saw this friend waiting at a bus stop in Norwich: clearly a hot bed of stylish individuals keen to express their solidarity to the blue cause.

Back in Norfolk, I am once again freelancing in an editorial capacity, a major step up from carrying lunches it has to be said. I get a daily wage and no doubt will soon have to negotiate my way around a tax return, hopefully I won’t have to include my title as neither Ms or Mr will suffice. Notice that I use the title Ms over Mrs, since this is the PC term these days, no longer singularly associated with divorcees who, quite rightly, don’t want to become a Miss again. The UK should take inspiration from France, who just this February began the process of fading out Mademoiselle in favour of Madame. Why should females be categorised by their marital status? I have never been referred to as a young bag or "bagette" simply because I am independent! This may be because a baguette is an elongated loaf of bread commonly used in France; this is despite the annoying tendency of the crust to spill out fillings. But this is beside the point.

Essentially I am against titles altogether, but in this modern age of unisex names, I am sure it is a useful method for humans to distinguish between each other, especially when one is not physically present. To me, one bag has just as much right to be called a bag as the next; that is providing they have handles! Don’t even get me started on clutches; they are to the bag world, what Gillettes are to the coat world. Pointless and ineffectual! Even if they are blue!