I saw a few minutes of fat pyromaniac Ray Mears last night
and he was up to his usual tricks of starting fires every two minutes and pretending some disgusting pus-filled grub is 'actually really tasty and a great source of protein', in this one he was with some African tribe.

It struck me that these people might have had a fairly precarious existence but they were truly free. They answered to no-one and when I thought about my shitty world of debts, work and stress, for a moment I really envied them. I probably wouldn't last five minutes in the African fucking bush and the reality of the situation is I'm sure a million miles away from my little reverie but it did occur to me, seeing them in their daily lives, that with all our luxuries and technology we seem a lot less happy than them.

Then I turned off my massive telly, ran myself a nice hot bath, had a glass of clean drinking water, some gourmet food and then went to bed, safe and protected from the elements...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 8:49, Reply)