Village boy Impressions

Stay calm and keep betting  Weekdays, weekends?  What are the odds?  Street soccer in Czechoslovakia, let’s bet  Jungle football in the Congo, let’s bet  Frigid futbol in Siberia, let’s bet!  Kunfu soccer in Shanghai, let’s bet!  Men’s sports, women’s sports  Children’s sports, adults’ sports  Anything sports, let’s bet!  Youth idleness?  No worries! No jobs? Pas de problème. Just bet and bet some more  Behold our doom!  Read:  Village Boy Impressions - Topsy Turvy The storm sweeps through our land Every block in every city Every street in every town Every shed in every village Betting, betting, betting! We are ravaged by day Haunted at night Beguiled in our leisure and Interrupted at our duty. Our flesh is unwilling, but worse Our very souls are infatuated Half-eaten by the cancerous worm Read:  Village Boy Impressions - Walking Backwards Bet this, bet that, bet here, bet there! Have we not obeyed your command? What more do you

Common Sense is Dead! Today we mourn the passing of an old friend and mother, Common Sense, who has been our teacher and caretaker for many years. For years we had heard of the deaths of her namesakes in Europe and North America but we did not realise that the end of our own beloved Common Sense was near. Like her namesakes who passed before her, no one knows for sure how old she was, since her birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. Affectionately known to many as Sound Thinking, Good Faith, Rational Thought,  and  Moral Fortitude,  she selflessly devoted herself to a life of service in homes, schools, hospitals and offices, helping folks get jobs done without fuss, fanfare, or drama. But alas! Never again will logic and good conscience grace our presence. She was a most loving mother, and will be remembered as having taught us such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain, The early bird gets the worm,  Life isn't always