True, isn't it? Unless you don't smoke or drink coffee, in which case I'm reminded of the Adam Ant lyric from Goody Two Shoes: 'Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?'. Don't tell me or Johnny Guitar that there are more fundamentals in life.
Talking of wisdom, here are five rules suggested by the bicycle-obsessed Sergeant in Flan O'Brien's The Third Policeman:
Always ask any questions that are to be asked and never answer any.
Turn everything you hear to your own advantage.
Always carry a repair outfit.
Take left turns as much as possible.
Never apply your front brake first.
You can't argue with those, especially if, like me, you're a cyclist. If you've not read The Third Policeman you really should. Unless, that is, your literary taste does not run to murder, crazy, fantastical mechanical inventions and other-worldly madness akin to Samuel Beckett on acid. There, you want to read it now, don't you?
Good luck to your luck.
Alright Robin, here's a present for you. It's from "The Woman Who Walked into Doors" by Roddy Doyle:
ReplyDelete"He was with a gang but all by himself. His hands in his pockets with the thumbs hooked over the denim and a fag hanging from his mouth. It got me then and it gets me now: cigarettes are sexy - they're worth the stench and the cancer.
How about that. The book is very good, by the way.
Hey, you owe me a memory!
Like the quote. I've not read him. 'You owe me a memory' sounds like something a PKD character would say!
DeletePKD... is that Philip K. Dick? I first asked the internet and got "polycystic kidney disease" in return.
DeleteHa-ha! Yes. Not saying you sound like a Dickhead. Honest.
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