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.
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Headland
The absent-minded randomer, he cut my head off. Imagine the headlines (in the local paper): ‘Randomer Beheads Cinderella’. But his mistake gives me an idea. I’m going to make a massive golf-ball-head out of paper cups and wear it to climb Lydstep Pinnacle. I’m going to hire a professional golfer to drive balls (shoot) at me off the headland as I climb the pinnacle. I’m going to catch the balls in my head-cups (a sort of variation on the egg cup) Perfectly reasonable – golfers often practice in the sitting room with a paper cup (on its side) doubling as the hole. Look at this carnival picture. I’m going to look like this. Head-hole: I'm going to have holes in my head.
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