So wrote Wm. H. Davies in the first half of the twentieth century. I have heard it claimed that we have more leisure time available to us now than at any time in our history. If that is really true then it’s a strange paradox that we still tend to live at such a frenetic pace. It seems that even leisure has to be worked at in order to extract the maximum possible benefit, especially when there is a financial cost attached. The thing is, does it matter?
The media call midsummer the silly season because they seem to run short of real news and often end up printing stories of an even more frivolous nature than normal. Well, not to be outdone, here is this summer’s silly story (it really needs to be spoken out loud with a heavy South American accent!).
Two Mexicans are lost in the desert, no food, no water, wandering aimlessly and now close to death. As the vultures circle overhead they feel like just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden......
It was one of those too rare occasions when a father and son engage at a deeper than usual level. They were resting after a vigorous session kicking a football around in the park and were lying on their backs on the grass watching the clouds loiter overhead. The son asked “Dad, why are we here?”
The king was the absolute ruler over his nation and he closely controlled all the peoples and all the land - except for this one large hill. There was a magician living at the top of this hill and whenever anyone tried to climb up the hill the magician conjured up a bunch of large yellow fingers that would reach down, grab the insurgents and throw them back to the bottom.
