I read the news today, oh boy!
Paul McCartney is seventy seven and Ringo Starr is seventy nine? Wait a minute. I’ve lost fifty years somewhere. Anyone seen them?
I read the news today, oh boy! Read More »
Paul McCartney is seventy seven and Ringo Starr is seventy nine? Wait a minute. I’ve lost fifty years somewhere. Anyone seen them?
I read the news today, oh boy! Read More »
Religion is the proof you can get human beings to believe any nonsense; Science is the proof that you can’t
Just when you think the Japanese are becoming more civilised the harpoons come out of storage and the seas boil with blood again
A tourist leaves a comfortable room at home, travels for hours, days, uncomfortably by plane, train, bus, car, all clothes stored in suitcase, trying to avoid being robbed or mugged, in order to reach another comfortable room in a place where they don’t speak your language.
My old school classmates are all turning seventy five this year. Not me, I’m turning seventy four and I feel oddly pleased about this, like setting a clock an hour forward and so gaining time. And I need to gain all I can.
Ambition burned white hot when I was young, then I lost it, discouraged, then found it again, then lost it, then found it, now, in old age, thinking myself safe, the old fraud seems to have appeared again.
Some of my friends die young, all of my enemies live to a well-rewarded, ripe old age, it seems.
How can Irememberperfectly thewords of aLonnie Donegansong from1958when I haveforgotten so much?