Re: Rafachat 68 - we love more the Swiss chocolate for the next 5 days, suck it, JG
Originally Posted by star
Ok. Here is my dream.
I was at MTF Rafachat which you'll be glad to know is a great big room with a kitchen off to one side and open to the rest of the room, chairs and sofas and a pool table -- ok, ok, it might be a snooker table -- and the whole room is kind of shabby. So there are several people loitering around and a couple playing pool. Someone mentions casually something about Mikey dying. I'm all What? Mikey died? No. That can't be. But I'm assured that it is true. Betty knows all about it. Betty isn't actually present; just people talking about her. Several people, I'm informed knew for some time that Mikey had cancer -- leukemia, I think -- and he had carried on in his jolly way never letting anyone but his very good friends know. Someone brought out a letter to show me. It was written on white very thin paper that looked exotic and expensive. It talked about Mikey's last days.
Well, also amazing to me was that Mikey was very wealthy. Very. Most of the time just before he died he was at some resort in the south of France with shady odd people inhabiting his villa. People talked about how down to earth and friendly he was despite his vast riches. One guy sort of drifted away from the group talking because Mikey had left him two cars and he wanted to go collect them.
And I woke up feeling sort of bemused and bereft at the same time.
was hema in the kitchen!??
Originally Posted by Mjau!
Spending time with your children and not being a wage slave at some soulless corporation or government bureaucracy sounds like hell. Haven't we progressed beyond the idea that it is in loving relationships with other people that we find fulfillment and meaning? Climbing the corporate ladder is essential in the pursuit of happiness.
Originally Posted by Mr. Oracle
Match Point Novak needs to be immortalized in sculpture, like Michelangelo's David. I'm sure that once he's gone to tennis Valhalla, his statue will have his stones as the focal point of attention, and tennis fans will make a meccan-like pilgrimage at least once in their lifetime, in order to rub those lucky stones, like the budda's belly.