I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Sunday, 3 June 2012
The Sting (twice bitten)
I used to go climbing on an old ruin in
Cannizaro Park, near to where I lived in London. I’d walk there once a week and
my route took me past some allotments. One time, just as I’m passing the
allotments, I hear a woman’s screaming. I look through a hole in the fence to see a woman - a redhead with long hair - alone in the middle of a vegetable patch, pulling her hair and shaking her head like mad.Then
alone amongst the greens, the redhead stops pulling her hair and starts
slapping her head. I deduce she has a bee her hair. I continue on my route.
Now here’s the sting. The following week –
at about the same time of day – just as I’m passing the allotment, the same
thing happened all over again: same redhead, same screaming, same hair-pulling
followed by the now familiar head-slapping routine. For all I knew it might
have even been the same bee.