Edited by Neil Anderson, Friday, 29 Nov 2013, 23:46
I suppose that we all have to have one? A list of the things, gung-ho, that you want to do before you die.
Mostly these are idiotic.People who swam with sharks and didn't get eaten seem to believe that they have something to lord it over the rest-of-us with, "I swam with a fish". Really I paddled in the sea, does that count?
You want to throw yourself out of a plane, go ahead, don't expect me to respect you.
I want to go to Bali and walk naked on the shore to commune with the zietguist. People who live in Bali aspire to walk naked in the chilly winds and flappinbg cheese-wrappers of Margate? I thinlk not. Nobody normal want to walk in the scud anywhere.
Exercises in idiocy.
My bucket list: I just want to read the Bible, from Genesis to Revealation.
I try, I've really tried, but it's numbingly boring. Tonight, when I was, yet again, attempting a reading, a dentist appeared on my television. A dentist who spoke at length, and with such feeling, about teeth sensitivity that I could not have distinguished him from an astologer. The man was a Moses for his particular branch of quackery.
What I really want to do before I die is to ensure that people get locked up for selling snake-oil in any of its many forms, from swimming with sharks to better hair to nicer teeth.
bucket list...
I suppose that we all have to have one? A list of the things, gung-ho, that you want to do before you die.
Mostly these are idiotic.People who swam with sharks and didn't get eaten seem to believe that they have something to lord it over the rest-of-us with, "I swam with a fish". Really I paddled in the sea, does that count?
You want to throw yourself out of a plane, go ahead, don't expect me to respect you.
I want to go to Bali and walk naked on the shore to commune with the zietguist. People who live in Bali aspire to walk naked in the chilly winds and flappinbg cheese-wrappers of Margate? I thinlk not. Nobody normal want to walk in the scud anywhere.
Exercises in idiocy.
My bucket list: I just want to read the Bible, from Genesis to Revealation.
I try, I've really tried, but it's numbingly boring. Tonight, when I was, yet again, attempting a reading, a dentist appeared on my television. A dentist who spoke at length, and with such feeling, about teeth sensitivity that I could not have distinguished him from an astologer. The man was a Moses for his particular branch of quackery.
What I really want to do before I die is to ensure that people get locked up for selling snake-oil in any of its many forms, from swimming with sharks to better hair to nicer teeth.
I've swam with sharks and it's shite.
The fuckers try to bite you.