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.
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Postman To A Spoon-Bender
Burghley road SW19
backs onto The All England Club, home
of Wimbledon Tennis. For many years I used to live close by, and the local greengrocer told me, rumour had it, celebrity spoon-bender Uri Geller was renting this
pile (to run a workshop on psychology in tennis), and that he was going to bend a Wilson
aluminium T-2000 tennis racket (as made famous by Jimmy Connors) using the
power of thought. So I thought I’d bend Uri Geller’s lamppost. I was postman to a spoon-bender. Uri Geller:
Helen Keller, even she would have seen the irony.
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