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, 10 June 2012
Drawing On A Dirty Habit
In the days before I could
afford cigars, I made a couple of drawings, showing how cigarettes could be
converted into cheroots. All you have to do is attach a cigarette to the
pannier rack at the back of your bike (the bike has to be sans mudguards), then
ride along a muddy track. It’s purely cosmetic of course, but so are mudpack facepacks. They advertise a mudpack-therapy for scars, so why not a mud-packed
luggage-rack treatment to tan cigarettes into cigars? The cigarettes could be
batch converted on the rack at the back of the bike – similar to the way you
grill sausages on a barbeque, or toast bread under the grill – and like the
sausages, you have to turn the cigarettes every so often to get them an even
brown. And everybody knows smoking is a dirty habit.
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