I have posted this picture before and indeed I enclosed it in one of my books but it still tickles me. What would you choose, inner or outer hope, I remember my response was the Hope and Anchor which is also a choice but I guess that makes me a little shallow. I try not to worry about it. My Dad was a coal miner and the most sensible advice he gave me was, 'Andy, always work on the surface...' I have been doing that all my academic life. Soon enough people will come to discover I really am that shallow - huh, fat chance, or is that slim chance? I guess if I keep asking questions I will be able to survive long enough until the answers have exhausted everyone. One of my Dad's favourite questions was, If it takes a man a week to walk a fortnight, how long does it take him to scratch his wooden leg until it bleeds? I never did find the answer to that one. But I live in - hmm - hope! And as I recall he never missed a 'huntegowk' opportunity either. When I was a child we had a kaleidoscope in the house. It could have belonged to anyone of us but I loved it. This clip starts with a kaleidoscope and music to support it from My Friend the Chocolate Cake which is just about the best name for a band; a kaleidoscope, chocolate cake, this Cello Song for Charlie, oh and a naked woman in the bushes (well) comfort food for the senses:
