Betrayed.

Betrayed

I have never consciously betrayed anybody, although it may have been a close run thing due to the fact that I have memory somewhat like a goldfish, oh look castle, oh look diver, oh look castle and round and round I go. Do not at any costs tell me your most private and intimate secrets unless you have no objections to them being revealed at some point in time.

I wouldn’t betray anyone with any malice, it’s just that during conversation all one needs is for someone to admit to having an embarrassing pustulous boil on their posterior and I would immediately feel the urge to join the conversation with,”oh, how awful for you, I know someone who had a similar complaint.” With any luck I would stop myself before revealing intimate details of a friend, told on the understanding that they would not be revealed, unless after hours of severe torture and in an effort to avoid being waterboarded.

The divorce rate in Great Britain is falling, due mainly to the fact that more people are choosing to cohabit but it still stands at 42% which means a considerable number of people may have been betrayed during the course of their marriage. There is always the chicken and egg argument here, for did the marriage fail due to the adultery of one of the partners, or had the marriage failed before the betrayal. Strange to think that a considerable number of people may have been betrayed due to a chaps inability to wash on a regular basis or change his undergarments frequently enough, although having thought about it I think the lack of washing etc would be grounds for divorce long before one got to the stage of adultery.

Schooldays for me were spent with too much time devoted to drawing motorcars on the covers of my rough books and looking out of the window, daydreaming, I do however have a vague recollection of a considerable number of things, although not always the complete facts of the matter. Which brings me to religious education and the tale of the betrayal of Jesus by Judas Iscariot for thirty pieces of silver and the last supper held with the twelve disciples.

Quite a significant betrayal in the course of history which also led to the superstition of thirteen being an unlucky number, as those attending the last supper were Jesus and his twelve disciples, I imagine it may also have led to the idea that it is fairly unlucky to be nailed to a cross, as the chances of survival are virtually negligible.

I have never been in a situation where I have had to betray anyone, be they a person guilty of some heinous crime or an innocent person I might have had to betray after being tortured mercilessly for days and I am very glad for that. However if I had an option to take part in the act of betrayal the incentive of thirty pieces of silver would obviously be an encouragement.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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