Ergo pedestrian punches cyclist cyclist to blame
Ergo, pedestrian punches cyclist, cyclist to blame.Do you not see what possibilities have thus opened up for us, the strollers, the loiterers, the idlers, we children of Baudelaire, lovers of city clouds and crowds, wallowers in the universal ecstasy of everything except cyclists? Nothing now to stop us striking back. Here he comes, in his colours of hateful complacency, shouting “Ding, ding!” as he shoots the lights, or “Out of my way!”, or more often something far more foul. So now here we come, too, with our umbrella handles out or our mugs of piping hot coffee or our Uzi semi-automatic mini sub-machine guns at the ready, and if we are lucky enough to unseat the brute, can we not plead our deeper level of suffering, “whoever was responsible”?Such violence of emotion may surprise cyclists who think their only enemy is the motorist. But just as they feel threatened by the car, so do we feel hectored by the bike. See the car as venomously racist and the cyclist as sanctimoniously anti-racist, if that will help.
One doesn’t want to die under the wheels of either if one can avoid it. But for most people, living in unexceptional circumstances, the sanctimonious present the greater nuisance. Get hit by a car and you probably won’t live to tell the tale. Get hit by a bike and there’s a fair chance you’ll make it to your feet. The trouble is it’s the bike that keeps stealing the motor car’s thunder
More from Howard Jacobson. He’s hot He’s horny He’s.. William Shakespeare Don’t take it from me. The man clearly straining every muscle to make the Bard sound the perfect alternative to clubbing is the new artistic director of the Royal Shakespeare Company, Michael Boyd.
In an interview, Mr Boyd was quoted as saying: “He is a very horny writer The plays are obscene. Take Twelfth Night: ‘Some have greatness thrust upon them.’ That is actually a come-on.” Well, if you say so, though I don’t commend it as a seduction technique. Mr Boyd sounds to me like an RSC director with a deficit and some empty houses to fill
He’s hot He’s horny He’s.. William Shakespeare Don’t take it from me. He also has exquisite verse, but he demands some study and plenty of concentration. Strange, directors never seem to mention that as they continue to delude themselves that young audiences will fall for the “hot and horny” descriptions and drop everything to buy tickets.And how can he be made suitably “hot” at the moment, Mr Boyd? Ah, now here the RSC’s new man uses a wondrous logic. Actors, he says, want to feel that the RSC is “really hot again”.
