A Rage against the Night

Today I pondered the efforts we make to extend our lives. Diets, avoid this, avoid that, omega 3 oils, low GI foods, supplements and more supplements. We are encouraged to exercise, meditate and generally cleanse our souls and bodies.

Then there are upmarket detox palaces where you can have oil and volcanic mud rubbed into you. This is then followed by having river stones placed on energy points down your spine. To top things off they stick a dirty great pipe up your backside and give you a colonic lavage. The only advantage of this being that for a while you won't be as full of crap as people say you are.

All well and good and it may add twenty years onto your life. But why does it have to be tacked on after your promised three score and ten? It should be added in the middle...say at thirty...when you're still shagging like a rabbit. Thirty to fifty should last for forty years not twenty.

Why do we get rewarded for our good work with all those extra years if we have to spend them playing bowls, cards, bingo or being confined to a wrinkly detention centre? Much nicer to be out raging with your latest bokkie rather than going to bed early reeking of Horlicks.

Ah well.... we'll have to take the extended route and go genteelly into the night. The only problem is it's so bloody boring.