Do Something Different Everyday

How fantastic can being alive be when you take it to it’s basic level. The question itself is rhetorical so no need for reply. Everybody I know has and will continue to bemoan the day. 
Moan about some forthcoming event, hark on about a previous episode or just generally find an excuse to just whinge about something in general, but when you cut to the chase we all love being alive it’s just that we’re a bit crap at living at times.
That’s cool though because our mistakes are there to be made and ultimately learned from and isn’t it so much fun to find out that we’ve done something good.

Why do I sound like some weird seventh day Adventist who’s just jerked off into the holy book ?.
No reason really, none whatsoever to be specific.

I was walking home with the rain lashing down on me and while the wind gave it more purpose it suddenly dawned on me that, yes, I was soaked through, yes I looked like I was still trying to find my way home from The Glastonbury Festival but I was still being, existing, experiencing and that surely must be reason in itself for exuberance.
I didn’t suddenly slip into dance and start skipping through puddles Ala Gene Kelly but I did in my own sullen, hunched up way feel the essence of a grin and the possibility of what I could do right now.
Myself and my very good friend Ray once during the 1994 Football World Cup took it upon ourselves to enlighten the neighbourhood. For no reason other than to say “why not ?” we took to the streets in our pants.
It was one of those rare English summers where we actually got some quality heat. So much so that in order to watch the footy with any degree of quality we dragged the TV set into the garden, erected deckchairs, cracked open beers and sat back to allow the game to begin. It was Brazil versus someone, if England aren’t in the finals, which we weren’t you root for Brazil (it’s the rules), so we’re watching, Romario scores, all is well, then the sky seriously began to bruise. Not a slight darkening due to the time or season, I’m talking as if someone had taken a crowbar to the above and was starting to inflict serious damage. Me and Ray exchange glances, what is the point of sitting in your garden in nothing but your skids trying to get a tan when the sun dissapears on vacation, then it started. It is not as if the rain began, it just freaking fell. One minute dry, next minute soaked.
We acted immediately by putting the TV back in the house and then a dawning realisation hit us. This weather is weird, it’s boiling hot out and absolutely hurtling down with rain, we have to make the most of this. The football was cast aside without any further thought and we took to the streets for no other reason than to run.
Two men, lightly into their twenties set about running the roads, barefoot, wearing nothing but crap underwear and bizarre smiles. The best bit was when we ran past a local Pub and people were cheering us on. Ray ran past a kebab van on Stacey’s Corner and this kid who was probably about 10 asked him what we thought we were doing and Ray said we were jogging, and fantastically the kid’s face went blank and all he could ask was why and in unison we both shouted “Why Not ?”.
And that sums it up for me, we did something so stupid but it was fantastic and hilarious and I will never think about another football match without thinking of us stupid idiots running the streets like the cast of Jackass. That kid asking “why” summed it up. We had no rhyme or reason just an instinctive desire to run, to be free if you will or act like nutcases if you prefer.
My point is, that life needn’t run a course, it has no desire or direction and neither do we, really when said and done. It is a life and obviously there to be lived, have fun with it.
In case nobody told you.
We all die at the end