It takes a
village to
produce an
idiot
like Mister
Donald Trump
It takes a
village to
produce an
idiot
like Mister
Donald Trump
Alzheimer,
Addison,
Parkinson,
I’d hate to be
remembered
as the name of
a horrible
disease. Though it
might be better
than not to be
remembered
for anything.
Religion
is not just the
following of
imaginary
beings but the
following of
people who are
following the
people who claim
to know what an
imaginary
being will want.
I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.
The sign at the
Supermarket
checkout proudly
said “new winners
every day”,
which is a much
better deal than
we all get at
the Life checkout.
I am as
certain of the
non-existence
of a god
as I am of the
non-existence
of mermaids,
werewolves,
goblins,
yowies,
easter bunnies,
pixies,
bunyips,
jack frost,
unicorns,
yetis,
tooth fairies,
minotaur,
leprechauns,
father xmas,
nessie,
gorgons,
poltergeists,
dragons,
aliens,
and ghosts.
Writing a
memoir is
a life’s work.
It has to
be earned
by the lines
of your face,
the wrinkles
of your hands,
the night fears
of your sleep,
the weariness
of your brain,
the failing of
your body,
and finished
just in time.
Oh, those old
university
lecturers
of mine. How
ancient
they were, fossils
lecturing
about fossils.
Why they must
have been at
least forty
years old, some
even fifty!
The shelves of
the World’s
libraries
are filled with
millions of
books by unknown
people who
thought writing
a book would bring
immortality.
The last stage
of old age
is where you
have run out
of people
who haven’t
heard all your
anecdotes.