I just finished reading “A Fortunate Life” by A. B Facey. What an Incredible book. I would highly recommend stealing a copy from one of the bigger book stores. Watch out for those magnet machines though... Robots I think they call them.
Anyway, part of the book is based on Gallipoli during the First World War. I’m sure you know how it goes. However, throughout this section of the book I found myself gasping audibly as pretty much everyone got shot dead (including two of his brothers) except him.
Then I realised that he had written the book. Of course he survived – he wrote the friggen book.
So compelled by this I further concluded that this contributed so heavily to me reading this book with such enthusiasm (resembling one of those cartoon flicker comics that make a stick man die horrifically) – hang on I just lost my train of thought.
Speaking of lost, I once lost my Masters of the Universe ‘Beast Man’ figurine when I strapped a make-shift parachute (shopping bag and string) to him and launched him with all my might into the air. Realising there was a pretty good chance he was going to land on my head I dived for cover. I swear to this day that little fucker never came down. Crafty little things those plastic toys... just watch Toy Story...
Anyway, I realised that amazing tales of survival often made for the best reading. If I ever wanted to make these little articles even semi-interesting then I had to start taking some risks.
So I took the 9v battery out of the remote control and licked the end of it.
Fuck it hurt. Don’t ever do it.
