Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Pocket Monster

I do love me some Ken Writing. What a fascinating ...

2009-11-27T06:34:08.423Z

I do love me some Ken Writing. What a fascinating telling of a rather mundane, yet extremely frustrating activity. I'm glad you learnt your lesson though... see this is why it's a problem that you guys wear such loose pants...

Now I want to write a story and call it Pocket Mon...

2009-11-26T07:31:46.765Z

Now I want to write a story and call it Pocket Monster. It may not be for children.

I can never find anything in my purse, so I don't ...

2009-11-25T22:04:37.158Z

I can never find anything in my purse, so I don't think the "man-bag" will help.
That reminds me: where did I go with MY USB thingie?

I know exactly what you're going through, except a...

2009-11-23T23:51:03.902Z

I know exactly what you're going through, except all tickets and stubs and receipts end up in my wallet. One of these days it needs to get cleaned out.

Great read as always!

You have so many great little adventures. This one...

2009-11-23T22:20:36.892Z

You have so many great little adventures. This one even had blood. Maybe next time you could have a side of natural disaster, or a rabid animal, something like that.

I keep my pockets in my purse. I empty that out a few times a year. People often tell how heavy it is. Mostly it is coins, books and napkins which I pick up any time we go out to dinner.

That's a bad day! I did that once on the New York...

2009-11-23T12:36:15.450Z

That's a bad day! I did that once on the New York Thruway...altho the abyss was my car, not my pocket. I ended up having to pay the toll for the whole thruway...which is a pretty long road.
As for the woman in the other car, she deserved to have the snot scared out of her, lol.

I solved my DH's pocket angst by getting him one o...

2009-11-23T03:05:50.151Z

I solved my DH's pocket angst by getting him one of those photographers' vests with a bunch of pockets...so he never runs out of pocket room, but the down side is he has to search 23 pockets now every time he loses something. But he always looks like he's going on safari so it evens out.

Rachel: :) Trust me, it's really not. Hope: Sorry...

2009-11-22T15:43:53.672Z

Rachel: :) Trust me, it's really not.

Hope: Sorry to not be as 'around' as I was before. This will change soon enough. Thank you for your constancy - it is always nice to see you here.

Dominic: I keep receipts religiously until I get too many and then I dump them all irreverently. :)

Susan: Oh dear, he should get in gear with the money before you're finished packing... and I'm usually on his side. :)

Elisabeth: Sounds like an ode: "When I consider the agony of a man's pockets..." :)

Jim: Dragee is just a wonderful word. Just when I needed a new one too. Thanks. :)

I used to be like that but not any more. I used to...

2009-11-22T05:48:41.968Z

I used to be like that but not any more. I used to have a man-bag too packed like Batman's utility belt with every conceivable thing I might just need where I was going but I've done away with that. Most of the time these days I'll have a grubby hankie and some small change in my trouser pockets, my keys dangle from a belt loop and that's it.

In my coat I have my gloves in my left pocket, a notebook and pen in the right, my phone and a little plastic container I use for chewing gum (which currently contains a few dragees of Trebor's Extra Strong Gum and one dragee of Wrigley's Airwaves Black Mint Gum) in the top-left pocket, a plastic handle-thing Carrie brought back from the States so your carrier bags don't cut into your fingers in the top-right pocket and my wallet in the inside pocket; the wee pocket with the zip on my right arm is currently empty although I sometimes shove bus tickets in there. You'll also find a couple of grubby hankies in the secret pockets behind the main pockets where I stick my hand to keep them warm if it's not quite cold enough for gloves.

At home I usually have nothing in my pockets at all and have to search through my fleece for a hankie when I need one where there are usually three or four, all exhibiting various degrees of grubbiness.

BTW 'dragee' is a real word. It says so on the side of the packets.

I have never considered the agony of the contents ...

2009-11-22T03:57:15.725Z

I have never considered the agony of the contents of a man's pockets before, even though I'm married to one. He's careful with his pockets but will only wear shirts that have one pocket for his glasses, which fall out whenever he bends over.

This passage here, Ken, makes for wonderful on the edge of your seat reading however much you apologise for going on about it.

I hope it proved therapeutic in the end. All that blood and angst, seems to me you really needed it,a sort of writing catharsis that is.

Of course it wasn't Twitter's fault, not at all. L...

2009-11-21T19:01:00.830Z

Of course it wasn't Twitter's fault, not at all. LOL

Martin has pocket issues too and drives me mad with it. I don't drive anymore so he has to drive me to the supermarket, and he being the Man, has all the money. While the till-woman swiftly scans everything and I'm frantically bagging to keep up, he's standing there slackjawed UNTIL the lady tells him the total. He looks at her a full few seconds to snap out of whatever daydream he was in, then fumbles about in his coat pockets.
His inner coat pockets.
His trousers' hip pockets.
His trousers' back pockets.
The useless pockets he never uses down by his knees.
Back up to the coat pockets.
By this time the queue is grumbling and I'm hurling pickle jars at him and screaming obscenities.

Don't even start me on doing his laundry. So see? You are NOT so bad. I'm sure you're not the worst.

Good luck sorting all this btw.

I know the feeling. With me it's till receipts. I ...

2009-11-21T18:31:52.667Z

I know the feeling. With me it's till receipts. I end up with pockets full of them, as I'm ever sure at the point of sale if I should keep them or throw them away.

I know things are bad when I can't find the fiver I'm sure I had in there somewhere and just pull out wads of... receipts...

I've never understood how men can find anything in...

2009-11-21T17:10:51.524Z

I've never understood how men can find anything in the clump of stuff in their pockets.

Now I understand. They can't. ;)

Before you admonish me, I'll save you the trouble. Unlike most women with their suitcase sized purses, I may own the world's smallest handbag. I can find anything in it, blindfolded and in the dark. No, I haven't tried it but I know what's in each pocket.

I do, however, feel for you. I often ask my husband if the reason he has back and knee problems isn't from the weight of STUFF I clean out of his trouser pockets before washing. ;)

Here's to a better week for you. Frankly, I was feared you had been kidnapped.

It's man-bag time. x

2009-11-21T16:56:13.585Z

It's man-bag time.
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