Saturday, 12 January 2008

Prize for idiot of the day goes to

So many options, most of whom were maundering on about the death of Edmund Hillary. He climbed a mountain. So what? Oh, the charity, of course! He single handedly built the hospitals and schools, and ran very fast between hoperating theatre and classroom. Other people were involved too you know! So it is a bit sad for the charities that a major benefactor has carked it. But does it warrant the outpourings of grief being attributed to middle New Zealand. We are all mourning apparently. Devastated. The radio stations are creaming themselves with special radio presentations, to backing of bands like Crowded House (heaven help us when a Finn brother dies). It was on one such of these that I heard the pearler I am about to relate. Some vacant lady expressing her deep sense of loss over a man she never met, and lets face it, was unlikely to fantasize over.
"It was a tragedy"
The man was 88 years old, what is tragic about dying of a heart attack at that age? Tragedy, but not as we know it...

No comments: