I’m still struggling to take the Christmas pounds off. Apart from playing havoc with my rash my lovely wife, Shirley commented that I was close to putting Buddha to shame in the old girth department. Harsh I thought as I took a well earned rest after wrestling the sock from my right foot. Bit of a fighter that one. Still got a bit of elastic in the nylon.
But the mention of Buddha got me thinking.
As I scanned The Sun whilst on the bog, there was no mention of how to live a good Buddhist life. Well not in the Racing Section anyway. I thought Ying and Yang were the name of the Pandas in London Zoo (They never had sex neither – I know the feeling) and used to smother Feng Shui with Curry Sauce after wobbling home from the Swollen Gland on a Friday Night. Never met Harry Krishna neither. Must be a nice bloke - he’s had a religion named after him.
Shame my Uncle Harry never managed that trick. “Harry - Harry, Harry - Harry Feltham” has a certain tranquil quality don’t you think? He was a roofer as well. An existential extension could have been on the cards. If I knew what existential meant. Heard some bloke say it on BBC2 once. Knew it wasn’t At Home Wth The Ice Cop Chase Border Guards straight away. (Great show that by the way).
Then I spotted it. 3.15 at Kempton Park – Roly Poly Fat Boy. Put twenty on him to win and he romped home!
Thanks Buddha! Although my journey for spiritual enlightenment continues.
No it doesn’t.
No you won’t.