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« FORGHETTI BOLOGNESE | Main | TEST THE NATION - ENGLISH RESULTS » October 01, 2005IRONY - RUBBISHAlanis Morissette's massively successful 'Jagged Little Pill' album contained a song called 'Ironic' in which she described several situations where irony reared its ugly little head - no smoking signs on your cigarette break, taking your debut flight despite a fear of flying and having a plane crash, 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife, rain on your wedding day, a free ride when you've already paid. The list goes on. But I've got one that Miss Morissette did NOT include in that hit single, and the story goes something like this: I was driving to work the other morning and nearing the end of my half hour, twelve mile journey. It was a cold morning, frost covering the grass and the roads were damp with dew. I was a little surprised at coming across FOUR dead squirrels in the middle of the road, each lying on its back, each with its little feet pointing rigidly towards the sky and each still intact - not squashed by passing cars. Whether they had frozen to death and fallen out of overhanging trees, or whether they were actually alive and just pretending to be dead in some sort of squirrel version of 'chicken', I don't know but it all seemed rather odd. That, however, is not the ironic part of this little story. As I rounded the corner and stopped at the traffic lights, there was a refuse collection lorry (dust cart for the American readers) approaching from the opposite direction. Now, this lorry was obviously out collecting the contents of wheelie bins in the North London area, it was going from place to place gathering the rubbish and unwanted material from households across the county council zone. And it was just before the lorry reached me that the ironic occurrence happened. The passenger in the lorry finished his coffee and ejected the plastic cup through his open window, sending it tumbling along the pavement before eventually nestling itself at the bottom of a bush. A refuse collector littering - that is irony. Posted by jonola14 at October 1, 2005 08:32 AM Subscribe!Comments The thing about that song is that none of the situations described by Ms Morissette are actually ironic - they are just unfortunate. In fact, the only ironic thing about the song is that it is called "Ironic"... Posted by: Wibbler at October 1, 2005 01:40 PM Bugger me, you deleted my comment... Posted by: Wibbler at October 2, 2005 04:29 PM actually I didn't. I've got the auto email telling me you have commented, but it does not appear on the site. I assure you I have not deleted your comment. Why would I? Your point is very valid. Comment again, why don't you...? Posted by: Jonola at October 2, 2005 05:02 PM Post a comment |