Sunday, March 19, 2006

Phillip Adams Mystery

I was sitting over a cup of coffee in the cafe attached to a local riding school. I was engaged in my usual Saturday morning activity - making notes for a possible critical commentary on an ever-reliable Saturday source of humbug (the Phillip Adams piffle-column in Saturday's Australian). I was up to eight pages and I thought "sod it, I've got better things to do than comment on the bleeding obvious". Then it happened... a voice in my imagination said softly and insistently, over and over again... "a picture is worth a thousand words, a picture is worth a thousand words...". Without knowing why, I picked up my mobile phone, pointed it over my shoulder towards the stables, and snapped this picture. Imagine my surprise when I saw the picture on screen. As a skeptic, I assume that the likeness is just an artifact of the sunlight shining through the frosted glass of the stable door. But what a spooky juxtaposition!