That is somewhat of an over-simplification in my opinion. Mr McEnroe emerged from the dressing rooms dressed very predictably and carrying very predictable equipment and after predictably waving to his fans sat down predictably on the chairs so predictably provided and after predictably having a drink out of the predictable plastic cup went to his predictable position behind the base line to predictably have a knock-up and after predictably being called to order by the very predictably dressed umpire he engaged in an activity of almost unbelievable predictability until a predictable situation had been reached after which he predictably sat down again and had another predictable drink,ate a banana of immense predictability and towelled off the sweat which his exertions earlier had predictably caused to dampen his predictable American masculine fissog.
Fissog is a very difficult word to start with, even if spelt physog which my dictionary prefers, and it's extremely old-fashioned now, not sure if even my grandpa used it and he was born in the 1870s. Imagine, he was too old to fight in the First War.
War must be deeply ingrained in the DNA of mankind. Otherwise, we would have said, "Enough already!"
Already people are agreeing with me about this. I have always thought it was endemic, like flu and smelly feet.
Feet run, and noses smell; this is something we know well. Say it round the other way, it doesn't half sound funny, eh?
Eh, McTag, didn't hear from your lawyers. What are they up to?
Up to no good, I'll be bound. There were a good few funny lawyer jokes going around about two years ago, but I can't remember any now. The old memory is not what it was.
Was your old memory full of nice memories? You should have done a memoir.
Memoir writing is probably fun, but I wonder if they are ever read?
The suspense would kill me!
Learn, as in, read, mark learn and inwardly digest as my dear old mum used to say. Learn to read the rules of the game, too.
Isn't life just a game, anyway? If it is, is it a board game, a card game, or a video game?
('Too' should have started that post, for future enquirers)
Game pies can be delicious, made with venison or wild boar. They are best eaten at room temperature.
Temperature fluctuations of just one or two degrees can mean the difference between touch typing and frozen fingers pecking at the keyboard. I hope the day warms up very soon.
Soon, I hope, all would-be participants will have read the rules of the game and have realised how to play it properly. And then Clary and I will be able to stop reminding them, oh happy day.
Day closing, and eyelids drooping now, as Lezzles' day starts. Good night and good morning, have wonderful dreams whether awake or asleep.
Asleep at the wheel. That was Keating apt description of the Howard government's handling of Australia's economy earlier this year.
Year after year the world's greatest treasurer's brilliant policies will continue to haunt the country. Please, let us move on to the realities of life.
'Life, loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it.' said Marvin the Paranoid Android. I miss Douglas Adams.
