Wednesday, August 17, 2005

working as a cow

Sweating on a train today, I saw some cows, and thought "what a great job".

On a day when we all wanted to be outside doing nothing, they were all outside doing nothing.

No stress, no worries, all the food you can eat.

And no need to worry about pensions or life insurance either.

neat.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Apart from the rather important fact that, either, twice a day some hairy yokel comes along, grabs your tits and sucks you dry, or within the next 12 months some other HY comes along, tempts you into a wagon and before you know it...ZAP. Horseradish sauce and mustard.

And don't forget the wind problem. I suspect it might blow my chances with Kristin Scott Thomas to be the leading methane producer of the neighbourhood.

Anonymous said...

Cows?!!! You're due some serious ribbing in Pisa...

Anonymous said...

Mooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!