Travelling Fills Me With Dread.

When You Go For A Walk, Take Seeds With You, Poppies, Rainbow Chard, Rocket. Plant Them Among The Weeds In Patches Of Wasteland. See What Happens.

By Taking Out A Loan, I Am Committing Myself To Years Of Interest Repayments, And Therefore To Years Of Wage Slavery. And The Uk Has Been Borrowing Like Crazy Since 1694, When The Bank Of England Was Invented. This Means That We Are Locked Into High Taxation To Pay For 300 Years Of Wars And Other Costly And Generally Disastrous State Enterprises.

...[w]e Should Be Mucking About All The Time, Because Mucking About Is Enjoying Life For Its Own Sake, Now, And Not In Preparation For An Imaginary Future. It's Obvious That The Mirth-filled Man, The Cheerful Soul, The Childish Adult Is The One Who Has Least To Fear From Life.

I Count It As A Certainty That In Paradise, Everyone Naps.

Management Gurus In General Are, I Think, Best Avoided. All Too Often They Reduce Your Working Life To A List Of Rules To Be Followed. Targets Are Aimed At. Goals Kicked At. You Then Break The Rules Or Forget Them And, Hey Presto, You Start Beating Yourself Up.