The nice thing about The Independent is that, if you tear off the silly tabloid front page, what remains is a pleasantly dull, old-fashioned newspaper. It's like going back in time - even down to some of its strange, rambling, barely comprehensible columns. I was just reading this one by Helena Kennedy in a condition of Zen-like detachment brought on by her bizarre, vaguely legalistic prose. I still can't tell you what it's about. But I was snapped out of my reverie by one sentence which, I am afraid, demanded wider dissemination. I burst out laughing, very unZen. Anyway, here it is:
"The tightrope walked by registered charities in their campaigning work is exceeded by the blanket exclusion civil society organisations face when they try to campaign in other areas of British public life."
Friday, May 25, 2007
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
She's mistaken. It is much easier to walk on a blanket. In fact, in circus circles, tightrope-walkers look down on the blanket-walkers with disdain.
ReplyDeleteI do wish people would stop excluding blankets, it leaves the duvets feeling lonely.
ReplyDeletehey hey, hold on there, laughing outloud is thoroughly Zen! you could have accompanied it with a cry of "katsu!"
ReplyDeletebefore enlightenment, chop wood and carry water; after enlightenment, chomp nuts and drive a 4 x 4.
I was given a complimentary The Independent at Bristol Airport last month. I read it because, you know, flying is boring. I still felt ripped off.
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