Monday, 10 January 2011

The life and times of ancient Bob


I want to see this tree again....
Thoughts of summer are stiring today. I'm sitting here writing this blog, and giving considerable thought to my lack of reading material in house, and wishing for the sun to come back. I can realistically understand why ancient man thought the world was dying once a year and prayed for the return of the sun. It's logical really and now that I think about it, what kind of idiot with a death wish first proposed the idea to stop. Can you imagine the discussion by the caves while the fur clad, mastadon gnawing neanderthal man brought up the topic.
" Ugg Ugg Hey guys, you know that every year the sun goes away and we pray and chant to appease the gods for four months non stop Ugg Ugg"
"Ugg, yeah (lets call him Bob) Bog, and it works because after we do that through the (invention of the word) winter the gods forgive us and send back the sun"
"Well I have this really amazing idea""
""What Bob Ugg Ugg"
"How about if we don't pray for the whole of the winter, and see if we still end up dying like we thought.....or if the sun comes back anyway!! What do you think boys??"
Call me cynical, but I don't think that the possibly named Bob lasted very long. It must have been a very optimistic bunch of people that lived through a British winter and thought to themselves "never mind, the sun'll come back eventually!" Because ringht now I feel like i've been cold for a life time.
I want to see this tree again.

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