Minimalist poet, minimalist lifestyle

I've just seen an official 'International Rescue Corps' motorbike parked in town. I don't know why it's there, but it is quite impressive...but it's not the real thing. It's not Thunderbird 2.

I mention Thunderbird 2 because when I was a child I had a quite large plastic model of Thunderbird 2 and my younger brother had a model of Thunderbird 1. I think he preferred the speed of Thunderbird 1 whereas I liked the flexibilty provided by the pods of Thunderbird 2.

Brains was my favourite character, closely followed by Lady Penelope and Parker...I think the Tracey brothers are rather one dimensional and insipid.

My favourite scene? When a logging road is being cut through the Amazon rainforest with an atomic-powered automatic forest clearing and roadlaying machine that's about half a mile long; when the driver notices a range of mountains in the distance his solution to the problem is to nuke them out of the way.

Great fun, and totally politically incorrect; but that's probably one of the main reasons why I like this TV series.

Two wishes:

1...I wish my cash/debit card had an arrow on it so I'd know which way to insert it into the machine.

2...I wish the noise that the cash dispenser makes to prompt you to extract your card or withdraw your cash wasn't identical to the sound of the reversing beeper of a Securicor van. This still startles me on occasions as I'm walking by the bank.

Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter.

The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?"

"Eight," the boy replied.

The man continued, "Do you know what these are used for?"

The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him. He's my brother. He's four. We saw on TV that if you use these, you would be able to swim and ride a bike. Right now, he can't do either one. "