Tuesday, April 24, 2012

A Funeral for A More Splendid Life



 Here lies A More Splendid Life, dead at just under five years of age. I owe all my successes to you. Thanks to the hangers on. I am now mired in my full-time gig with theScore, which you can find here.

"It turned you into a member of a new community, all brothers together for an hour and a half, for not only had you escaped the clanking machinery of this lesser life, from work, from wages, rent, doles, sick pay, insurance cards, nagging wives, ailing children, bad bosses, idle workmen, but you had escaped with most of your mates and your neighbours, with half the town, cheering together, thumping one another on the shoulders, swapping judgments like Lords of the Earth, having pushed your way through a turnstile into another and altogether more splendid life." 
J. B. Priestley