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May 16, 2008
Z...zzzzz
When the going gets tough, the tough hit the sofa.
Ah, yes, stretch out, lie back, shut my eyes and contemplate matters of the universe and beyond. Left to my own devices, that is: not being rudely awakened by a cold telephone call or a window cleaner falling off a ladder, I’ll usually sleep for 20 minutes.
An ageing Salvador Dali had a theory and he would sit in his most comfortable chair, balancing a teaspoon, between thumb and first finger, over an empty tin can. His theory was that a moment’s sleep was a good thing, in fact the shorter the sleep the more the benefit.
Thus as he fell asleep the teaspoon would drop into the tin can and wake him up. [I should perhaps point out that, in his dotage, a lot of people considered Dali to be mad as a box of frogs.]
Posted by john at May 16, 2008 08:14 PM
Comments
Yeah he may have been as mad as a box of frogs but usually you have to enquire first about the people saying he is as mad as a box of frogs. Because wheres the evidence to prove a frog is mad ?
But I do think if you had your back legs removed for someone to eat,that would make you pretty mad : )
Posted by: paula at May 17, 2008 10:51 AM
Indeed, we are not our brother's keeper. As Charles Bukowski said: "Some people never go crazy. What boring lives they must lead."
Posted by: John Coombes at May 17, 2008 11:50 AM