Post by buhi on Sept 17, 2015 14:40:47 GMT 7
When I was young, yes we all were once, my family did not have a television. I was about ten when my father gave in and bought one; black and white of course.
I rarely watched it, prefering listening to the radio in my bedroom and playing records.
In my youth I did watch "Match of the Day," if I was home early and not too p**sed. That was rare.
I left home completely at nineteen and never watched any television, did not have one, but did have radio.
(Do you know where this is going?)
When at university, I guess most evenings I was home by six o'clock.
Studying all day, writing assignments, time to relax with my friend the radio.
"Just a Minute," was a favourite.
The rule was to talk for just a minute on any given subject , without hesitation or repetion of any word.
The masters of this nonesense, but with much true knowledge, were Frank Muir, Dennis Norton and Kenneth Williams.
Few managed a minute.
I have an irritating neighbour, Korn; I have mentioned him before.
He tries to speak to me in English, but talks absolute nonesense.
"You a spy, you farang, you bomb Thailand."
I have tried talking to him, useless, ignoring him, he shouts louder, walking away, he follows; asking him to speak to a Thai male, then tail between his legs.
"He Thai, dangerous."
I have mastered a new strategy, just a minute, non stop talking about any subject he cares to raise.
He said , "It is raining.".
" Ah is it really, or are you just perceiving it as rain, is each drop made of atoms and what is each atom made of? When we delve deep into matter, it can result in finding nothing, the realm of quantum physics. now to determine if it truly is raining we need to investigate our philosophical thinking. Now you might think you are a Buddhist and I might claim to be an existentialist, but how do we arrive at these shaky conclusions?"
It is hilarious; today my theme, existentialism and is Buddhism a philosophy or a religion?
Non stop talking total gibberish and refusing to let him say a word.
Those around were highly amused and he ran off!
Flash something!
I rarely watched it, prefering listening to the radio in my bedroom and playing records.
In my youth I did watch "Match of the Day," if I was home early and not too p**sed. That was rare.
I left home completely at nineteen and never watched any television, did not have one, but did have radio.
(Do you know where this is going?)
When at university, I guess most evenings I was home by six o'clock.
Studying all day, writing assignments, time to relax with my friend the radio.
"Just a Minute," was a favourite.
The rule was to talk for just a minute on any given subject , without hesitation or repetion of any word.
The masters of this nonesense, but with much true knowledge, were Frank Muir, Dennis Norton and Kenneth Williams.
Few managed a minute.
I have an irritating neighbour, Korn; I have mentioned him before.
He tries to speak to me in English, but talks absolute nonesense.
"You a spy, you farang, you bomb Thailand."
I have tried talking to him, useless, ignoring him, he shouts louder, walking away, he follows; asking him to speak to a Thai male, then tail between his legs.
"He Thai, dangerous."
I have mastered a new strategy, just a minute, non stop talking about any subject he cares to raise.
He said , "It is raining.".
" Ah is it really, or are you just perceiving it as rain, is each drop made of atoms and what is each atom made of? When we delve deep into matter, it can result in finding nothing, the realm of quantum physics. now to determine if it truly is raining we need to investigate our philosophical thinking. Now you might think you are a Buddhist and I might claim to be an existentialist, but how do we arrive at these shaky conclusions?"
It is hilarious; today my theme, existentialism and is Buddhism a philosophy or a religion?
Non stop talking total gibberish and refusing to let him say a word.
Those around were highly amused and he ran off!
Flash something!
