Another snippet, another photo

There are many reasons a career in academia was not for me. Mainly I'm just too flighty...I like a bit of this and a bit of that (look at my punctuation for heaven's sake...)...and I certainly couldn't concentrate on one subject for 3 years for a PhD or anything like that. Well, unless that subject was being flighty.

It's like with reading...I'd quite like to be serious and erudite but my brain just wanders off to pick through life's magazine rack (instead of, of course, its university libraries). Hence I was flicking through a month-old copy of the Guardian magazine this week and reading an interview with all round comedy guy Chris Morris. Morris has a film out called 'Four Lions' (and have I seen it... of course not... do you know how far we are from a cinema here?) and that May piece is here. It's very interesting...if you like comedy which I do, do , DO. I especially liked this bit:

"It's an age thing (…). You see young people, or kids, and they're fascinated by the way people talk. And that's great. But eventually you get to the point where you think, 'You know what? I don't care how you talk, I'm just listening to what you're saying.' "


Especially as I had a post a while back saying pretty much the opposite (back here). And yet...maybe they're both right.

Anyway, speaking of age – here's my maternal Grandma (making her first appearance on this blog). She was born in 1900, one of seven children in a baker's family in Wiltshire, and she went on to marry four times, have three children (all from the first marriage) and work as headmistress of an approved school for girls during WW2 (between marriages one and two). She was (like our little 'un) a redhead and something of a stunner, so Mum always said. She died in 1979 (when I was 12).




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