The Nice Things We All Like to Do
In a dystopian world, I think we’ve forgotten what really, really gives us pleasure.
This morning, as I lay rereading Arthur Conan Doyle’s Lost world, I wondered what the hell bimetallism was. I also wondered if Doyle was the first man to mention Superman, although the comic book was first published in 1933 — Doyle passed in 1930. I first read Superman comics in 1961, I think. It was where all my pocket money went.
I love to read. It is an addiction, and it has been an addiction since January 1959 when my second grade teacher introduced the 30-strong class to comic-books. She also told us about libraries. I think it’s safe to say that the greatest things I learnt at school were reading, writing, adding and subtraction. They have stood me in good stead for a lifetime. Actually, touch-typing should also be added to that list — typing at 100 wpm has earned me coinage more times than I can mention. So has dealing cards and spinning wheels in various casinos across the globe.
Getting back to things I love to do, I have to say that walking for miles in ancient cities, with a camera at hand, is my very best. Architecture, up to the time of Art Deco, enthralls me. Then there’s dancing. I could dance all night — to a Viennese waltz, a jitterbug, a salsa, a cha cha, or an American tango. I miss the balls of my youth. I also miss dancing…
