Article for 2013 Apr 04

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Unless construed as “wilder than Loch Ness”, the lively seaside town of Wilderness happens to have a name as ironic as Brighton, that resort the sun never shines bright on, preferring to illuminate and irradiate upon the opposite hemisphere, in particular the Wilderness area and the British family that spent most of their day there.

That sentence is long because I’m too lazy to trim it. Laziness and lack of liveliness seem to be encouraged on the adjacent beach, where we spent most of the afternoon. I eagerly read a South African daily; Mum napped; Dad walked a kilometre west then a kilometre east; I don’t know what the sisters did (I couldn’t and can’t be bothered to ask them).

Today’s evening meal was at a cocktail bar called The Blue Olive. It was the only restaurant not offering live music (I told you Wilderness was lively). I had the kudu burger. Exquisite. It tasted like beefed up venison. (Because that’s what a kudu is.)

I was delighted that I didn’t have to work too hard at the meat. In my mouth the fibres disentangled like letters escaping from the tiles they’re written on and recombining in my head in a myriad of arrangements to produce the delightful perception of words and delightful taste.

I conjecture that that’s why I’m more skilled at Scrabble than my opponents so far this year. Having said that, one does have to work pretty hard to work out which of the arrangements of letters produces the best play. So perhaps I’m more suited to hard work and consequent achievement than laziness and consequent laziness.

So with that in mind let’s rewrite this article to clarify the laziness versus hard work theme.

On second thoughts, let’s not.