What’s the point of joining a book club?
Wouldn’t you be better spending your time writing a book?
What’s the point of talking, when you could be reading?
I invented an idea that’s new to me.
“How about an audio book club?”
“How about a social audio book club, on LIMOR, not WhatsApp?”
- The Rick O’Shea Bookclub is online.
- There are lots of face-to-face book clubs.
In the whole of human history, there has never been a social audio book club.
What have the game of cricket and fish & chips got in common?
Do people take fish & chips to cricket at Lords or the Oval?
Do bowlers eat chips before taking the new ball?
Maybe some top-class cricket coaches ban teams from eating fish & chips the night before the toss?
Perhaps the conversation in Café Beva between Roger & Paul went from trivia to profound – from pastime to work?
Why did Paul record the conversation about cricket?
Could it have anything to do with the next test match England will play? (Against Ireland at Lords)
What would an eavesdropper have thought?
– the mystery of everyday life.
I’m staying indoors for another day. It’s drizzling damp outside. Again I’m missing my Wednesday morning golf.
My biggest concern is the dog. I won’t give him enough exercise today. If he could speak English, he’d surely complain.
Talking about Trump, talking about McCabe, having in an asynchronistic conversation with my friend Victorious in USA – that’s what I’ve been doing from my armchair.
That led me to contact my sister in Arizona via WhatsApp. I’d like to hear her views.
Thank goodness I’m interested in Brexit, and have Sky News. Political crises are good distractions from the state of my health.
I’m only good for recording audio and I’m dictating this straight into this post.
My especially good friend Eoghan O’Leary has offered to drop in and bring me something I’d like. I’ve asked for a small bunch of sweet black grapes.