Monday 21 September 2009

ZEN AND THE ART OF PICKING YOUR NOSE !

As i wandered through the hustling n' bustling streets of the fine city of clutter that is Liverpool, i wandered past the famous Liverpool Playhouse theatre. I'm highly cultured me y'know i pass posh theatres on my way to scabby back street boozers and drinking dens. Leaning against a poster advertising the playhouses production of 'THE POSTMAN.....(A PLAY BY HAROLD PINTER)', was a cultured 'scally' with his finger shoved so far up his nose it was sticking out of the opposite ear. There he was in a world of his own picking his nose, with n'are a care in the world. I found this a comforting sight and smiled to myself. Nobody picks their nose anymore, it has become a dying art ,another good old British tradition fading away. Nowadays all the kids n' scallies walk around 'gobbing' all over the place, not nice at all , not like picking your nose.


For the dedicated and skilled nosepicker, the index finger is without doubt the tool of choice. If possible for best results the fingernail on this finger should be kept long and taken care of ,much as a classical guitarist does with his thumb and various fingers. This is for when the picking digit is inserted this allows for maximum insertion and optimum 'scrapeage'. Then when maximum point of insertion has been attained it is time to replace upward thrust for ,rotational force. The well maintained, pedicured nose-picking finger will now be able to scrape from its sides. At this point the crystalline deposits which have lined the nasal passages for a few days at least will start crunching and grinding noises and movement of the wall of the nasal passages will be felt and a gelatinous sound and feel will start to take over from the aforesaid crunching and grinding.

Although nose-picking is looked down upon in many quarters ,as are many personal habits, there is no need to not make an effort at deportment and etiquette as you scrape away. I find by raising your little finger, this supplies a touch of elegance to your snotty manouvering. The twisting of the hand and finger through an optimum 180 degrees of turn requires a little flexibility and strength esspecially in the forearms. So, maybe a little excercise to keep you 'at your picking peak' from time to time might be a good idea.


It is at this point where the delicate touch of the artist takes over from the mining engineer. The challenge of the true nose-picker is to withdraw the snotty ore, dilligently dug for into a long drawn out snooty strip from the tip of your diggin finger to the nasal passages and way up the sinuses and to see how long you can draw it out...Before it ...........



......SNAPS !!!!!!!!





6 comments:

Cathy said...

Tim - where were you when I was openly appealing for people to come to bed with me? Were you there on the PCO forum where you could have heard my plaintive cries? Nope, you were too busy doing stuff in your sleeping bag, leaving me to the likes of a dalek, a jellyfish, Bart Simpson (no relation) and a snowman!

Just to show how broken-hearted I am, I'm putting this on my own blog for all the world to see ...

Yours, jilted of catshill, bromsgrove, worcs xxx

Thud said...

Tim along with your toilet deliberations this goes to show how practised you are in the finer things in life...I bow before a master.

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

See, now you've proved you're from some other dimenion/universe. I really liked the wheely bin blog and you commented on the ............snot. Guess I'll leave you to it! The lovely(if you've got a broad imagination) Lynne xx

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

Thats from the missus , the Lovely Lynne, she's a bank manager , or something dead important, so she doesn't pick her nose.
snotty, whereas she's snooty Tim xx

Cathy said...

Tim - don't believe that post was from the lovely Lynne. I think you wrote it all yourself and then signed off, pretending to be her.

Whatever next - you'll be borrowing her pinny, soon as look at her!

Tim Leatherbarrow said...

How dare you try n' discredit me in this way. Doubting my word like this. O.k she's not the head of the Bank of England, but she's high up in the cleaning staff. Where do you think i get the pinnies from...And some of the stains!!!....But that meandering blurbling was my beloved's e-mail version of her looking down her unpicked nose at the Zen piece
Honest as the day is wide Tim xx