Jimmy Carr nailed something a lot of us feel but can’t explain.
We’re living better than 99.9% of humans who ever walked the earth, hot showers, modern medicine, endless entertainment, kids that actually survive infancy, yet so many of us feel miserable.
He calls it “life dysmorphia.” We get used to how good we have it (the hedonic treadmill), then compare ourselves to everyone else and tank our own happiness.
As he puts it: happiness = quality of life minus envy.
Marcus Aurelius put it perfectly: “Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself in your way of thinking.”
When was the last time you caught yourself feeling unhappy despite objectively having it pretty damn good?
Two hives went into Dave's orchard corner this spring, and Keith, who has assessed and tested and dismantled every single thing on that farm, has assessed the bees exactly once and elected, for the first time in his life, to leave a thing entirely alone.
This is genuinely without precedent. Keith tests everything. He has eaten a latch, a pocket square, a set of water heater instructions, and the better part of Dave's left wellington. He climbs what cannot be climbed and opens what cannot be opened and investigates the world with a relentless prehensile curiosity that has cost Dave three hundred and eighty-seven pounds in gates. There is no object in his domain he has not, at some point, put his lips to in the spirit of enquiry.
He walked up to the hives on the first day. Dave watched from the yard with the specific dread of a man who has seen this goat approach things before. Keith stood in front of the nearest hive. He watched the entrance, the constant stream of bees coming and going, the low working hum of forty thousand individuals about their business. He brought his nose to within a sensible distance. He held there for a while, doing whatever calculation it is that goes on behind those rectangular eyes.
And then he stepped back, turned, and walked away to the bramble, and he has not gone near the hives since.
Dave's log: "He left the bees. I don't know what passed between Keith and the bees. Whatever it was, the bees won the negotiation without appearing to negotiate, which is the only time anything on this farm has managed it. I have not added a column. I am simply relieved."
There is a kind of intelligence that tests everything to find its limit. And there is a rarer kind that meets a thing humming with quiet collective purpose and recognises, without needing to be stung, that here at last is something better left to get on with its work.
Keith has both. The bees are fine. The bees were always going to be fine. Even Keith knows where the line is, and the line, it turns out, is forty thousand of anything, all agreeing.
An American Soldier in WWII:
"Those Brits are a strange old race. They show affection by abusing each other, will think nothing of casually stopping in the middle of a firefight for a 'brewup' and eat food that I wouldn't give to a dying dog. But fuck me, I would rather have one British squaddie on side than an entire battalion of Spetznaz! Why? Because the British are the only people in this world who when the chips are down and it seems like there is no hope left, instead of getting sentimental or hysterical, will strap on their pack, charge their rifle, light up a smoke, and calmly and wryly grin, 'Well, are we going then you wanker?" 🏴 🇬🇧
The Somerset Farmhouse of 1 North Street, Williton were approached by a "food influencer" that wanted to charge them £2,000 for a review.
They put out a video of Sally eating a sausage roll instead 😆.
Lets make Sally and the Somerset Farmhouse famous for free.
“Read books. Travel when you can. Learn how to cook one meal exceptionally well. Sit in old bars and talk to strangers. Wear your best jacket to dinner. Appreciate good wine, good music, and good conversation. Do the right thing, even when no one is watching. Set the example for younger men who are watching you. Call your parents. Take long walks. Leave your phone behind sometimes. Become the kind of man people feel better after being around. Life is short, so live it well.”
-J.B. Lloyd
@Se_Railway pls think about your off-peak pricing strategy again. Recharge full fare on an empty late train because customers are early or late for specific train? Sounds like gouging to me. UK is worst in Europe already , so play fair on fares.
Living in the UK is now incredibly radicalising. This is what we have seen in the last two weeks alone: a gang of Afghans who entered the country illegally on small boats and lorries have been charged with 40 child sex offences: two Muslim men who visibly assaulted police officers have been let off from a further trial; a small boat migrant living in a taxpayer-funded hotel was found guilty of sexually assaulting two women outside nightclubs; an Islamist terrorist who plotted to blow up an army base is being released early; a white British boy was handcuffed by police and bled to death while saying “I can’t breathe” after the Sikh boy who murdered him claimed the white boy was “racist”; a Muslim man who called to “behead the Jews” was released on bail while white British people who tweeted their complaints about immigration have been jailed; a group of boys who gang-r*ped and filmed two girls escaped jail and were given fines of £26; a new study found that for every ONE young British person who is hired in Britain TWENTY-SEVEN young migrants from outside Europe; Islamic prayers are now routinely used to open local councils; another 1,000 illegals arrived on small boats in one weekend; it was revealed the First Lady of Sierra Leone owns a council flat in London while 1.3 million people wait on the social housing list; new data revealed that last year alone 800,000 migrants arrived in Britain while 246,000 British people left, half of whom are aged 16-34 years old; the country’s birth-rate collapsed to a new low of 1.39 while politicians refuse to even talk about how to support British families; a grooming gang in Dewsbury was jailed for nearly 300 years combined after assaulting children as young as 12. Oh, and the entire political class had a nervous breakdown when the British people decided to peacefully protest over what is happening to their country on the streets of their capital city.
As I say, radicalising.