Hobby

They keep telling me I look like a giant swift, and then wait for me to look modest and say, "Oh really? How nice of you to say so!"

- Simon Barnes

After all, a swift is supposed to be the greatest flier that was ever hatched: the avian Superman, the feathered fighter jet.

Well, pardon me for not falling off my perch in admiration, because last week I ate one. Having caught it first.

Yes, on the bloody wing, how else?

Monday

After all, a swift is supposed to be the greatest flier that was ever hatched: the avian Superman, the feathered fighter jet. Well, pardon me for not falling off my perch in admiration, because last week I ate one. Having caught it first. Yes, on the bloody wing, how else?

Elegant. That’s another fatuous compliment. I’m not trying to look good; I’m trying to be superb. And, on my good days, succeeding. I think the swift would have agreed with that assessment in the little time he had between being caught and being consumed.

Tuesday