Suddenly Lynched
Well, you know me, I've got an opinion on everything. And I've got the kind of mind that remembers a bit about everything so I can blag my way on most topics.
When I'm blagging I'll just go so far: when I think I know what I'm talking about there's no stopping me and I often surprise myself. Such as the time when I found myself talking to one of the directors of the Royal Shakespeare Company about acclaimed (and subsequently knighted) actor Antony Sher.
"Yes, well, he's all very well when he's playing the lead," I said, "fantastic as Richard III, but when you cast him in a supporting role he just unbalances the cast and he made Twelfth Night into The Tragedy of Malvolio - - " at which point I thought DAPHNE! THIS IS ONE OF THE DIRECTORS OF THE RSC AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? and I shut up. Well, a bit. Not before I'd got him to agree with me, I have to say.
There are a couple of things where I wouldn't even try blagging, though: - okay, there may well be more than a couple, but these two spring to mind immediately.
The first one is massage. No interest in it, don't want to know, leave me alone, don't TOUCH me, the very idea gives me the creeps, don't even want to hear about it, and now I've put my fingers in my ears lalalalala so please go away.
Which is probably some great failing in me, but there it is. It surprises everybody that I feel that way.
The second one is Transcendental Meditation. It's not like massage: I don't have any strong feelings against it: I just don't know anything about it. Except maybe that it involves chanting.
Now, this lunchtime, film director David Lynch, he of Twin Peaks, strange television drama series whose haunting music is still in my head, and he of the strange and interesting film of The Elephant Man, came on my radio and spoke to me of Transcendental Meditation.
And I've always rather admired David Lynch - his work is interesting and he also looks very different from how I thought he would, which is also interesting.
He spoke passionately and with great conviction of how Transcendental Meditation should be compulsory in schools: students should do it twice a day at the beginning and end of lessons, and it would transform their lives and make them happier and calmer.
Now if he'd been in the car with me, instead of merely on the radio, I'd have said to him,
"Look, David, sounds like a good idea, but wouldn't that time be better spent teaching the students parenting skills? Because they don't routinely learn them in school and perhaps if they did then their own kids might not end up so messed up and perhaps there'd be no need for the Transcendental Meditation. What's your take on that one, David?"
But, sadly, he was on the radio, not in the car, and hence he couldn't answer my question.
Nevertheless, it was very interesting to me to hear someone that I admire talking with such passion - and with the desired end result of happy, calm, kind people. So I realise that the great empty hole of lack of knowledge is mine alone and I should find out more about it. If you know anything, please tell me.
When I'm blagging I'll just go so far: when I think I know what I'm talking about there's no stopping me and I often surprise myself. Such as the time when I found myself talking to one of the directors of the Royal Shakespeare Company about acclaimed (and subsequently knighted) actor Antony Sher.
"Yes, well, he's all very well when he's playing the lead," I said, "fantastic as Richard III, but when you cast him in a supporting role he just unbalances the cast and he made Twelfth Night into The Tragedy of Malvolio - - " at which point I thought DAPHNE! THIS IS ONE OF THE DIRECTORS OF THE RSC AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? and I shut up. Well, a bit. Not before I'd got him to agree with me, I have to say.
There are a couple of things where I wouldn't even try blagging, though: - okay, there may well be more than a couple, but these two spring to mind immediately.
The first one is massage. No interest in it, don't want to know, leave me alone, don't TOUCH me, the very idea gives me the creeps, don't even want to hear about it, and now I've put my fingers in my ears lalalalala so please go away.
Which is probably some great failing in me, but there it is. It surprises everybody that I feel that way.
The second one is Transcendental Meditation. It's not like massage: I don't have any strong feelings against it: I just don't know anything about it. Except maybe that it involves chanting.
Now, this lunchtime, film director David Lynch, he of Twin Peaks, strange television drama series whose haunting music is still in my head, and he of the strange and interesting film of The Elephant Man, came on my radio and spoke to me of Transcendental Meditation.
And I've always rather admired David Lynch - his work is interesting and he also looks very different from how I thought he would, which is also interesting.
He spoke passionately and with great conviction of how Transcendental Meditation should be compulsory in schools: students should do it twice a day at the beginning and end of lessons, and it would transform their lives and make them happier and calmer.
Now if he'd been in the car with me, instead of merely on the radio, I'd have said to him,
"Look, David, sounds like a good idea, but wouldn't that time be better spent teaching the students parenting skills? Because they don't routinely learn them in school and perhaps if they did then their own kids might not end up so messed up and perhaps there'd be no need for the Transcendental Meditation. What's your take on that one, David?"
But, sadly, he was on the radio, not in the car, and hence he couldn't answer my question.
Nevertheless, it was very interesting to me to hear someone that I admire talking with such passion - and with the desired end result of happy, calm, kind people. So I realise that the great empty hole of lack of knowledge is mine alone and I should find out more about it. If you know anything, please tell me.
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