In English: Don't surrender while you've life left in you
I reckon if I came upon someone being assaulted, I’d wade in fists flying. I practised Karate in my youth and had several boxing lessons, like Muhammad Ali and Bruce Lee rolled into one. I also have something of a heroic history. In the past, I've tackled burglars and robbers, and once, when I lived next door to a credit union and heard strange banging and drilling noises in the wee small hours, I prevented them from being burgled by hammering on the front door and shouting that I’d called the Garda. The following week, my house was burglarised while I was at work, but alas, nobody came to save me.
I’m pretty gung ho about most things, and as my regular readers will know, I completely changed my life five years ago when I decamped to the countryside and swapped city slicking for horticulture, producing the bulk of my own food. I once believed the country to be a place full of insects and smelly animals, a refuge for those unfortunates who couldn’t afford to live in the city. Have I changed my mind after 5 years of seeing how the other half live? Well partially. I love certain aspects of country life, such as having no neighbours to spy on you while you burn your rubbish in contravention of byelaws or erect a log cabin and two enormous sheds without permission. But I miss the bustle of the city and the encounters with other humans. Here we can go from one end of the week to the other without seeing another living soul. All things considered though, anticipating war, food shortages and possibly climate//pandemic lockdowns, I think country life is preferable.
And then there’s keeping chickens, something I enjoy enormously. I could live on eggs and have done so for long periods. Indeed, if I had to eat one food for the rest of my life, it’d be eggs. I mean, they’re so versatile. I’d happily eat them for every meal whilst playing one Smiths song on repeat on the cassette player of the only car I ever owned, a 1970s automatic left-hand drive Ford Capri with a red leather interior. A thing of beauty...something like myself!
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Posted in response to galenkp's weekend experience prompt asking 'Would you assist someone being assaulted in the street or look the other way and walk past?/ City living or country living, which is your preference and why?/ If you could only drive one car, eat one food, and listen to one song for the rest of your life which would each thing you choose be and why?
The images are my own, taken on the streets of Dublin and most definitely reflect my views.