Life Is About Recapturing Lost Freedoms.

I Count It As A Certainty That In Paradise, Everyone Naps.

It Will Soon Be Difficult To Put Up A Shelf Without A Degree In Shelf Putting Up.

We Bore Ourselves In Order To Earn Money That We'll Later Spend On Trying To De-bore Ourselves

Working Is Bad Enough In The Winter, But In The Summer It Can Become Completely Intolerable. Stuck In Airless Offices, Every Fibre Of Our Being Seems To Cry Out For Freedom. We're Reminded Of Being Stuck In Double Maths While The Birds Sing Outside.

To Me There Is No More Depressing Sight Than A Five-year-old Staring At A Screen, Unsmiling, Mouse In Hand. Besides Whatever Dreadful Things This Prolonged Exposure To Screens Is Doing To Their Brains, Computer Games Tend To Be Solitary Affairs, And Produce Little Laughter.