Nose Picking

it suddenly came to me the world does not end with a bang, nor a whimper, it ends with the image of a man picking his nose.

At my wonderful school for example, which shall remain unknown to you all for obvious reasons, we had a teacher, he would pick his nose and then roll it into a ball, then believe it or not if you were not paying attention , he would flick the resulting ball of nose pickings at the offending child. oh, how we laughed.

So some of the other boys then thought what I will do is to eat an apple, chew it up, put the resultant chewed apple on the end of a ruler then flick it onto the ceiling above the head of the favourite swot. In due course the 'stuff' would fall from the ceiling onto the head of the poor unfortunate. Oh, how we all laughed, not.

Why do I tell you this, because it puts everything into perspective, at the time we had the Cuban Missile Crisis, it was going to be 'the end', what was happening, people were picking their noses.