Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Well there I was, explaining how I am fascinated by philosophical perspectives on life and death, and up pops Speckly Woo with a dinnertime theory guaranteed to make us think, and splutter a little.
SW - I suppose our bodies are like tunnels, aren't they?
Mum - Tunnels?
SW - Yes. I mean, we put food in one end and…
Mum - Ah, yes, I see where this is heading.
SW - The food we eat is a bit like a train, isn't it?
Mum - Don't forget to finish your peas.
SW - But isn't it, though? It goes in our mouths and comes out of our…
Mum - Peas! Don't forget to eat your peas.
A short pause ensues.
SW - When we parmp, that must be the train sounding its hooter in the tunnel.