Random musings from the front line (well, more like the support trench, or perhaps the castle 10 miles away, supping Chateau Lafite with the General Staff) in the battle for curiosity, inertia, grammar and a Dachshund called Colin.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Advice From The Young (at) Heart

They don't write them like they used to....

Last week, as part of my road trip, I popped in to my old university college and noticed the Domestic Bursar, an old friend, wandering across the Quad, although he appeared to be a lot older than I last remembered him looking. Catching up quickly on our mutual news of the last 5 years, he told me that he had recently had 3 heart attacks, had married his third wife (who was 30 years younger than him) and was imminently retiring to a cottage in Dorset.

He also told me a story about when he was lying in his hospital bed, having had his 2nd heart attack, with tubes and wires emerging everywhere from his body, surrounded by "machines that go ping". His son, a sportsman of some note, had flown back to his bedside from some foreign competition and arrived late at night to see his possibly-dying father. Gently waking his dad, the son knelt down close to his bed and leant forward to say something. Dad's malfunctioning heart filled with pride and loving anticipation, as he wondered what caring thoughts his eldest would whisper in his ear.

"Dad. Do you want me to wipe your computer's hard drive?"

As they used to say in Rome, patris est filius. He is his father's son.

3 Rants & Replies:

Blogger garfer said...

What do you call an Egyptian with the runs?
Mustapha Crap.
Har har. The old ones are the best.

5:39 pm, September 01, 2005

Blogger Merkin said...

I was once told that the founder of modern Turkey, now known as "Kemal Ataturk" was actually named "Mustapha Kamel". Try telling that to a Turk without getting a slap.

6:27 pm, September 01, 2005

Blogger WordWhiz said...

Cute! It's good to be back in the land of blogs!!!

11:45 am, September 06, 2005


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