Time was when Nero fiddled while Rome burned -- a pursuit whose merits can be debated, perhaps, but rendered obsolete (in urban areas at least) by the advent of modern firefighting. We do self-destruction differently here on the driest continent on earth. If you're going to go in for Oxbridge pastiches then you might as well do it properly -- no point watering the grass unless it's already raining!
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fumblingdarkly
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Speaking of the misuse of water, I'm concerned to note that waterboarding is now de rigeur in the land of lego.
The People's Republic of Boulogne-Billancourt, France
My conception had something to do with forgetting to wind a grandfather clock, meaning that I was never created as such but simply historicised. There are nasty stories circulating about a bedridden writer raping a red swan, itself pleasingly conceived and carried out by a casting process in Birmingham delf. I took on plastic form in Denmark some time in the early 1980s and grew up in Melbourne and Sydney, before being imprisoned for most of my adolescent years in an airless plastic storage box. It is only in recent years that I escaped, ostensibly in order to provide a bunch of narcissistic postgraduate students with a ready-made catwalk, and have spent my time since then reflecting on the nature of laughter and the strange ways of humanity. All dialogue with the aforementioned is welcome in order to further my research. Conclusion of the foregoing.
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Speaking of the misuse of water, I'm concerned to note that waterboarding is now de rigeur in the land of lego.
as revealed here
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