too much giving?
Sometimes it seems like there is demand after demand. Hurricane after tsunami. Endangered species after vanishing jungle. You can make a difference, except that you can't.
I happen to be in a good time in my life. I can put my hand in my pocket and appease my guilt. Its not always been good. I have wrestled over the contents of sainsbury's bins back when times were not great. But its never been really bad. I've never put my neck in a noose. So, when you've got it you give a bit. But the endless stream of begging letters, the endless commercialism of giving. It makes it tough.
Now I try to be an environmentalist. I subscribe to all the right organisations. But I came home today and there was this obviously dead daddy-longlegs floating in the pan. So rather than waste water by a premature flush, I sat and bombed. Only the insect wasn’t dead. Now my arse on a pan doesnt leave a lot of room for escape, but he tried hard. Made me jump at an unfortunate moment I must admit. So that’s me and nature. I'm a big fan. But not round my bottom please.
Everyone needs. And you have to choose who to give to. Still give this nutter a look. Not because the woodland trust is a good cause (although it is) but because the world needs the odd loon.
So, you've given enough? Now give some more.
I happen to be in a good time in my life. I can put my hand in my pocket and appease my guilt. Its not always been good. I have wrestled over the contents of sainsbury's bins back when times were not great. But its never been really bad. I've never put my neck in a noose. So, when you've got it you give a bit. But the endless stream of begging letters, the endless commercialism of giving. It makes it tough.
Now I try to be an environmentalist. I subscribe to all the right organisations. But I came home today and there was this obviously dead daddy-longlegs floating in the pan. So rather than waste water by a premature flush, I sat and bombed. Only the insect wasn’t dead. Now my arse on a pan doesnt leave a lot of room for escape, but he tried hard. Made me jump at an unfortunate moment I must admit. So that’s me and nature. I'm a big fan. But not round my bottom please.
Everyone needs. And you have to choose who to give to. Still give this nutter a look. Not because the woodland trust is a good cause (although it is) but because the world needs the odd loon.
So, you've given enough? Now give some more.
posted by Old Man Rich at 10:19 PM
2 Comments:
No.. It lived. Flying stuff around your bits and you stand, never good mid crap, but after six pints of Hobsons best its a huge mistake, Still, its lino. And I ushered the daddy L. out of the window and on to a brave new life. "hey, mummy longlegs, have I told you about my old man rich bottom trauma?" You know he's gonnna spread those genes.
Tim Cahill. "Throne of Terror," October 1986. I recommend it.
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