Times Like These
Something about the hurrier we go. Do you feel that way too? Too many things bombarding you from directions that don’t even exist on your internal compass. And they are all important and all demand your immediate attention, neh? From Hey Jude to Sandra’s wedding to Karl’s Kapers to explosive chemists to summer time reunions to pleasant rides on your horse or bicycle and my Gawd the Yankees are in first.
We’ve a distraction for you to try if you’re feeling a tad batty. Zorbing. No, this has nothing to do with Greeks. This is vastly more self-abusive. Try that word once more: Zorbing. Now the next time you find yourself in the Antipodes you’ll have something to do other than count sheep.
Now since we wandered off and looked up ‘batty’ we got stuck awhile with all the other turns of phrase meaning crazy. ‘Daft’ and ‘loony’ have always been favorites likely due to heavy Python-ese exposure. ‘Bananas’ has a similar place in our ODDhearts due chiefly to Marxism. And were we even slightly British there would be no end of us spewing ‘crackers’.
Yet Another ODD Public Service - we’d be remiss if we didn’t give you a war cry for your Zorbing episodes: try shouting ‘non compos mentis’ as bounce down the lovely New Zealand countryside. Gaga.
