'Good Truths'

and 'Bad Truths'.

'Good Truths' are ones you like, they are plump and well nourished. You have nurtured and molly-coddled them from birth. You oten their fat asses (arses?) in satisfaction and generally are mighty proud of them and not hesitant to show them off to all and sundry.

'Bad Truths' are those you don't quite like... maybe you did not start off with them, but much to your annoyance they have taken on their ugly little forms on anyway. They skulk around the edges of your consciousness and do a dancy wavy thing you just when you think you may be rid of them. You do your best to ignore and not believe in them, but every now and then the inescapable conc is that they exist. You try and keep them well hidden (even unto yourself).

.... until today! Let us have them out! The scurillous little blighters.

*I have one about teabags, which I cannot quite remember now... have to dig deep within my psyche*