Pizza as a metaphor for marriage

A wise man took his son to one side just before he got married and said,

“When you understand why a pizza is made round; is put in a square box; and is eaten in triangles. Then son, you’ll understand women.”


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Hedonism and starting a family

Starting a family is a hedonists greatest challenge. Giving birth, sleepless nights, nappies, teething, choosing a school, school plays, sports days, another school, their friends, homework, GCSEs, ‘A’ levels, choosing a university, student debt, significant friends, split-ups, getting a job….. etc. ad nauseam. A family brings ridiculous happiness with many twists and turns. A hedonist knows there are significant downsides but the upside is wonderful. The secret: Don’t weaken joy will come.


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The social sophistication of a wolf pack

The first three are the old or sick; they set the pace for the entire pack. If they weren’t at the front they’d be left behind and would lose contact with the pack. If the pack is ambushed they’d be sacrificed.

Then come five strong ones, the front line; in the centre are the rest of the pack members; finally the five strongest.

Last is Alpha. He controls everything from the rear. In that position he can see everything, deciding the direction of travel.

The pack moves according to the elders’ pace and they help each other; protecting each other.

Richard M

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Why the west is stagnant

Thomas Piketty, the French economist, calculates that more than half of total wealth in Germany* today is inherited — an estimate confirmed by German economists. In the 1960s and 1970s, the share was just a little over 20 per cent.

  • The UK is probably worse. In London you’re OK if your parents hit the lottery and own a house making your inheritance very valuable indeed.
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A Great Night Out

Getting on for thirty years ago, one of my plumbers Roger told me that he and a group of his friends had nurtured a dream for some years. They’d formed their own “Entertainment Group” playing and singing in pubs and clubs all over London. He invited my wife and I to his next gig at a Loughton night club. Apparently he’d also invited several others from our workforce in Hackney to be there. I took the name of the road that the club was in and assured Roger that we would be there.

Jan, my wife, had some little trepidation at meeting the blokes I worked with every day. But I knew she was more than up to that sort of challenge. We went to Loughton by car. About an hour later we walked into the club. I was shocked to see Roger, because I was used to him wearing overalls over his jeans and a sweatshirt, but there he was on stage in a blue tuxedo with patent black leather shoes. His group were dressed the same. This was their ‘working clothes’ when they were doing a gig. He looked every bit a star as he was genuinely good looking, broad in the shoulders etc. It was an excellent night as not only most of my plumbers were there, with their partners but also our Supervisor Bob Patmore and his wife. Despite the bar prices being quite steep, we quickly arranged that one of us, Gordon Springate, would hold the whip money and take responsibility for ordering the drinks. We were all enjoying Roger’s singing he had a truly great voice and a vast repertoire on which to call upon. Even his group were all proper musicians who could harmonise with Roger on several of the songs.

Towards the end of the evening, when we were all pleasantly merry Roger asked the audience if they had any specific requests. I thought that would be a significant challenge as almost certainly, neither Roger or his group would know both the words and music of every, or any tune named. Whether it was good fortune or pre-planned they easily got through most of the modern ballads that were popular in the day. Until well after eleven that night one bright spark shouted out “Ring of Pears, by Glen Miller”, all those around him quickly told to stop being stupid and anyway, some asked – who was Glen Miller?

It was nearer twelve before we left that night to drive home and Jan who had been on lemonade all evening suggested it would make sense if she drove! Whilst just chatting, were saying what a great night it had been and we would definitely go to another gig put on by Roger and his group. I think we did indeed attend one more gig somewhere in South London, but then Roger became more and more popular and within a next year, he gave in his notice, to follow his dream.


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Don’t trust a parrot who prays

A religious woman bought a parrot and took it home. Once home the bird hopped into its new cage, shouting, “I’m a whore! I’m a whore!” Obviously embarrassed she consulted her minister about her foul-mouthed bird.

The minister told her, “I’ve a well-behaved male parrot who sits in his cage and prays constantly. Let’s put your bird in with mine. He’ll show her a better lifestyle and she’ll become pious.”

The next day, the woman took her parrot to the minister’s house and put her bird in with the praying parrot. After a few seconds, her parrot started shouting, “I’m a whore! I’m a whore!”

The priest’s parrot replied, “Come on in honey you’re what I’ve been praying for!”


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Hedonism and marriage

Hedonists devote their lives to pleasure so their choices are predetermined. If it isn’t pleasurable: avoid. Choices can be imprecise. Are known bachelor pleasures better than future pleasures in marriage? Marriage is a gamble. Many marriages end unhappily and divorcees are poorer than both married people and singletons. Divorce brings emotional pain and corrosive pettiness – who gets the 65 inch TV? Successful marriages bring happiness through sharing a life well lived.


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