I Respect A Man Who Can Recognize

Jogging, I Believe They Call It. It Seems To Be An Epidemic Psychological Illness Afflicting Americans These Days. A Form Of Masochism, Like The Flagellantes In The Middle Ages.

Four Times, Under Our Educational Rules, The Human Pack Is Shuffled And Cut - At Eleven-plus, Sixteen-plus, Eighteen-plus And Twenty-plus - And Happy Is He Who Comes Top Of The Deck On Each Occasion, But Especially The Last. This Is Called Finals, The Very Name Of Which Implies That Nothing Of Importance Can Happen After It.

Whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Scream Of Jet Engines Rises To A Crescendo On The Runways Of The World. Every Second, Somewhere Or Other, A Plane Touches Down, With A Puff Of Smoke From Scorched Tyre Rubber, Or Rises In The Air, Leaving A Smear Of Black Fumes Dissolving In Its Wake. From Space, The Earth Might Look To A Fanciful Eye Like A Huge Carousel, With Planes Instead Of Horses Spinning Round Its Circumference, Up And Down, Up And Down. Whhheeeeeeeeeee!

I Never Did Like Working Out - It Bears The Same Relationship To Real Sport As Masturbation Does To Real Sex

It's The Only Thing That Keeps Me Going These Days, Travelling. Changes Of Scene, Changes Of Faces