Tuesday, August 18, 2009


WHAT KIND OF GOD WOULD ALLOW A THING LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN?
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post-script dated 31st August 2009 at 09:10 am.
Dear Dawn,
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When I included this cartoon in the homemade birthday card I sent to you I was expressing my impish sense of humour and I was not trying to make some wider point.
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I was not making out that human suffering is a suitable subject for mirth nor was I suggesting that in God's eyes all such suffering is seen as equally trivial.
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First off; John Callahan is an American cartoonist who is quadriplegic following a car accident. He cannot grasp anything with his fingers and so he draws by holding the pen between his hands. And 'yes' his humour can be dark, which I do indeed quite like.
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Secondly; the humour here is not aimed at human suffering but is found in the cartoon character's inappropriate sense of moral outrage at God over what the self-regarding cartoon character perceives to be a major existential crisis.
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I guess some things just aren't funny if you have to explain them!
God Bless,
Pete.
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PPS: 3rd September 2009. It has been pointed out to me that the Callahan cartoon suggests that all human suffering is somehow beneficial to the sufferer (it is fair to say that the cartoon character could probably afford to lose a few pounds!). But - in all honesty - it never crossed my mind that that was the main conclusion to draw from either Callahan, or by adoption, the birthday card I made. I do feel that to attribute such sentiments to me on this basis is surreal.

Monday, August 17, 2009


Gym Update.


Ran 2.63Km in 15 minutes on the treadmill. I'm trying to get reasonably fit for my Lake District walking trip in September.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Jubilee Line Blues.............

Last weekend (as usual) some part of the Jubilee underground line was suspended for engineering works which means that I had to take the bus to work instead. From Jamaica Road I caught the 381 to Waterloo and walked the rest of the way to St Thomas' Hospital.

On Sunday the bus journey was dominated by the banter of a small group of youths who permeated the atmosphere with vulgarity and menace.

I prefer the sullen silence of the tube journey!