I’m in the business of filling in time, which is not the same as wasting it. I never waste the stuff, whatever appearances may suggest: there’s always an outcome of some kind, however inconsequential or trivial it might appear to uninformed outside observers. For example, writing that last sentence filled in several minutes, which obviously weren’t wasted, otherwise I’d have deleted it, wouldn’t I?
So it was that this evening I found myself browsing through some old notebooks. This was very interesting. I discovered, for example, that in 1983 I went through a demented phase of serving up Chinese banquets: to whom, or why, I have no idea. Here’s the list of ingredients for one such (provide your own punctuation* if you will):
Walnuts sesame seeds star anise mooli yellow bean sauce squid red pepper mangetout oyster sauce dry sherry mushrooms water chestnuts spring onions (lots!) beef chicken breast aubergine watercress pork eggs lapsang tea
I also, some years earlier, apparently became briefly obsessed with reading the Chambers Dictionary, from which I noted several definitions that amused or intrigued me. Here’s just one:
Musique Concrète: a kind of mid-20 C music, made up of odds and ends of recorded sound variously handled.
Well, that was fun! And the plumber’s coming in the morning to fit my new taps. Isn’t life joyous?
*My fingers typed ‘punchuation, which I rather like.