Water Of Life
Last night I stayed up late and drank two kinds of spirits: whisky and whiskey. For those who don't know the difference (i.e. 99.99 % of the population of the world), the first one is Scottish, is double distilled and is spelled with a /y/, the second one is Irish, is triple distilled and is spelled with a /ey/. Both are derived from the Irish/Gaelic uisce beatha, which means, appropriately, "water of life". It's certainly got the power to wake up the dead. I slept in because it was supposed to be northerly wind, and therefore no surf, and instead of surfing I did crunches, pushups, squats, pull-ups and calf raises, and then rode my mountainbike through the bush to the beach. On the beach I performed Sky Sea, the Homegrown Australian Slow Movement Routine. Halfway through the fourth movement, known as the Grievously Irritated Dolphin, which involved wild, erratic and violent windmilling of arms and crotch-tearing leg-twists, two people approached from the south...