The magic word

When my son was about 3 years old, he was at the birthday party of one of his friends. With his glass in his hand, he went to his friend’s mum and asked, “Can I have another drink?”

The mother looked at him, and said, “Yes, Simon, but what is the magic word?” Simon stood, puzzled. “Come on, Simon,” she said, “what is the magic word?”

Living Dead

I read a report the other day that death rates are falling in the UK. As I was saying in a recent post, I like numbers, and I am fairly good at Maths. On the basis of my love of numbers, I would like to correct that report. I might sound like a boring, gloomy accountant, but death rates are not falling, they never will. They will always be 100%.

Sea Through

Stand at the coast and look at the sea in front of you. You don’t have a boat handy, no hovercraft, helicopter, no bridge – nothing that this world can offer as a “solution.” How would you feel if crossing the sea was the only way out?