There’s the big puffed up Silverbacks who stand in front of admiring crowds that cheer the meaningless words of Management Speak the beast utters.
There’s the timid rabbit who when blinded by headlights does not sit in terror – but expresses that terror in becoming terrible itself. A veritable tale of ‘Jeckyll and Hyde’.
There is the barking dog who in barking can only bark. There is no more expression to its life than this.
For these are all human beings, who by indulging in the luxuries afforded them by modern life need not think any longer. Videos have replaced their imagination, other people have provided them with the facts that they can make their decisions with. In whatever way, these people have taken a step back from humanity and have become the human equivalent of an animal.
This is the Human Menagerie.
With thanks to my friend Gordon Hayward who has created a weird collection of sculptures for which he needed a name. Whilst I was still a marketer, I came up with this idea for him: “A Human Menagerie”.
Occasionally I share something from a blogger who is truly remarkable. The way she looks at things is something that each and every one of us can learn from. This time, it’s the way she describes her friend’s eyes.
I was in conversation with a wannabe biochemist a few days ago. I say ‘wannabe’ because the gentleman in question is a retired electrical engineer. Well, you can imagine he knows a lot about electrons and a lot less about biochemistry.
My friend Hendrik and I were chatting, and he mentioned that his university had cut the time he would have to mark his exams. He said that they were only allowing him two weeks instead of three to hand in the results.
Naturally, being me, I asked him if three years ago, they’d told him that he’d only have three weeks to mark the exams instead of four?
All Hendrik could say was “how can you know that?”
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.
The tale of the six citizens of Calais dates back to the time when the English king, Edward the Third had besieged the port of Calais during the Hundred Years War between England and France. A war that essentially saw the French wrest control of most of Northern France from the English Crown. At the time, in 1347, the city of Calais was still under the English crown. An English Crown that was of French, that is to say, Norman blood. European politics in the fourteenth century was complicated, and it hasn’t got any better since.
Noah worked really hard on building the ark, well, he did if you believe the story you were told as a child. Whatever, believe the story or not, it still has a meaning for our lives today. Because once Noah climbed off his boat and set foot on land, he had a problem: he didn’t have anything to do!
Travis and Hunter arrive in Houston, Texas. Anne had told Travis about how Jane had opened a bank account for Hunter and put money in it every month on the fifth. At the time of telling, it would be the second or third. This meant a decision had to be taken, and Travis took it. That’s when he and Hunter arrived at the roadside eatery to phone Anne.
On the morning of the fifth, Travis and Hunter have staked out the bank. Hunter at one end, Travis in the car at the other. Neither of them is cut out for surveillance work. Waiting is bad enough; surveillance means being alert whilst waiting: the tedium is doubled. Travis gets bored and starts looking elsewhere with his binoculars. Hunter falls asleep.
By luck or by chance – more likely a way to shorten the plot – Hunter wakes to see his mum in a little red motorcar.