Has Delilah been misunderstood?

Having just had a haircut, I wonder to myself whether there has been a little inaccuracy in the documentation of history. Delilah is supposed to have betrayed Samson and caused his downfall. She is supposed to have done this for the Philistines, in exchange for money, by cutting his hair (or at least ordering a servant to cut his hair).

But I suspect something different happened. Suppose Delilah herself had just had a haircut; and feeling the power and exhilaration that this experience had bestowed upon her, thought she should pass this feeling on to Samson.

Because it seriously does have this effect – the shorter the better. I feel like a new person. I feel like I could take over the world. I even wonder whether I have turned into a super-hero.

How to start the day

The best-laid plan

06:00 – wake up and embrace the day.
06:30 – spring out of bed, shower, get ready, wear pretty new top, feel fantastic.
07:30 – leave for work.
08:00 – get to work and have an extremely productive morning.


What actually happened (no mice and men involved)

06:00 – wake up with headache (realise it may have something to do with friend’s birthday dinner the previous night and the red wine that accompanied it).
06:30 – get up, shower etc etc.
07:00 – phone aforementioned friend to wish her a happy holiday. Listen to sad story that friend has lost bank card, is at heathrow and is about to go on 3 week holiday with no money. Recollect (in horror) that bank card was taken away from friend when friend tried to pay for birthday dinner. Look in back pocket of jeans worn last night to find bank card.
07:15 – leave the house, run to Brixton station.
07:20 – wait for train.
07:25 – keep waiting for train.
07:30 – get told that there is a signal failure at Victoria and there will be no trains running. Try to leave the station with 1 million others who have been waiting for the tube.
07:37 – run to minicab place down the road.
07:40 – get told that they have no cars. Wait while they check all the other minicab places in the area.
07:42 – start running to Stockwell tube. Sprint the last 200m to try and get in front of the bus carrying all the people who couldn’t get on at Brixton.
07:55 – get on tube. Feel the sweat pouring down my back and getting soaked up by pretty new top.
08:15 – finally get on Piccadilly line.
08:55 – get to heathrow - swap bank card for cup of tea and chocolate muffin. Laugh a lot with friend. Watch friend running off into the distance to catch flight by the skin of her teeth.
09:00 – get back onto Piccadilly line.
09:15 – finally start moving. Do make-up on train.
10:00 – change at Green Park.
10:15 – get to Westminster. Get stopped at ticket barrier and threatened to be fined as not enough money on oyster card. Get let off fine.
10:30 – arrive at work.

Sucked in

So term has started at uni.

And once again I find myself sitting in front of my computer on a Sunday, attempting to be a good student – this time trying to write a year long work plan for my dissertation.

Now of course, before I could REALLY get down to some good work, I needed to get some stationary (mainly because I found myself without paper). So a trip into Brixton’s Woolworths was in order.

And I just wanted to share with a couple of people how I embrace our consumer society.

As my budget at the moment denies me a silver convertible or a flat screen TV, today, I bought Woolworth’s special offer, half price (was £4.99, now £2.49) 20 colour gel pens, consisting of 3 classic gel pens, 6 neon gel pens, 5 scented glitter fruits gel pens, 4 pastel swirl gel pens and 2 metallic gel pens.

Of course these pens (along with the 40 fibre tip pens, the letter pack with smiling bees and the three pack of reporters notebooks) are essential to anyone writing a dissertation highlighting the social effects and power structures resulting from capitalism and the imposition of the free market on the rest of the world.

Hmmmmmmm……