The Menu
Watched some videos of you singing about the
famine, which made me really hungry. I ordered
the worst food on the menu, the most powerful
drinks. I sat below a
giant screen on which the
golf championship went on and on, with nobody
anywhere paying any attention, including all the
golfers throughout
the global golfing
community. I hate the word community
because everything is a community these days:
the nose-picking community, the community of
AM radio listeners. Don’t make me part of your
community. I hate golf, too, though I like the
idea of a hole-in-one.
Keep your language
experiments to yourself.
Everyone hates them.
—Terence Winch
from Tight