flaking 27 September 2008
My friend Jonathan has rightly pointed out that I missed a huge opportunity when I opened my African latrine – I should have said ‘God Bless all who soil in her’ – GRRR, it’s awful being wise (and punnish) after an event.
There is one unexpected by product of my Kenyan visit. I was careful to apply my sun screen but the one little bit I didn’t do was the parting in my hair and I got a burn along it. Quite stingy and sore. (I know, I know, shoulda worn a hat) A week later it’s still tender but in the meantime, like any sunburn, the skin has begun to flake and I look like I’ve got the most horrendous dandruff. Not only that, in the manner of the Super Goats, it’s giving larger than the usual slake – a Super Flake, if you will. Not pretty.
Sad news about Paul Newman today. What a star. A GREAT actor, a beautiful man and a thoroughly good human being. He was of the opinion that if you are lucky you should give a bit back by reaching out and helping those who aren’t as blessed – it’s a good rule of thumb and a decent way to live. He will be sorely missed.
