To be continued…
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.
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Size Fate
After the blonde had gone (back to her husband) I find a shoe, floating in a rock pool. I slip my foot into the water, then into the shoe: it fits – size 8. I swap my foot for 8 golf balls: they fit – 8 golf balls fill a size 8 shoe. So can it be true: the number of golf balls that fill a shoe, corresponds exactly to the size of shoe? I have a hole in my trouser pocket so I put the golf balls in my hat and head off along the beach, in search of more shoes of different sizes - more lost soles, whose size can be measured with golf balls. Oh yes, the blonde, she was size 8 too - as thin as a golf tee, fifteen years younger than me.
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