or “The meaning of life in 6 words”
I greatly enjoyed the item on Radio 4’s The Today Programme where they got people to send in their lives summed up in 6 words. It was interesting to see that most people were a bit depressed about their lives – or maybe these just made the best quotes. Here are the ones I thought were really good…
(and by the way, mine is not nearly as witty, it would just be “Burned The Candle At Both Ends”).
Foetus, son, brother, husband, father, vegetable.
Conceived, implored, employed, adored, retired, ignored.
Beginning, gurgly. Middle, sombre. End, gurgly.
Slow lane. Fast lane. Hard shoulder.
Alex Hansen Today.
Bantam, Anglia, Midget, Alfa, Volvo Estate.
Womb, Play, Learn, Work, Decline, Tomb.
Start – programme – error – control – alt. – delete.
Outside lavatory, worked hard, now flush. Ashley Errington
Battered ball-bearing traversing pinball machine.
Unravelled career reknitted as baby blankets.
Dot, two, six, three, one, wicket.
Head in books, feet in flowers.
Trust me, I did my best.
An embroidered sampler, with some unpicking.
Wrong era, Wrong Class, Wrong Gender.
Love Mountains both ups and downs.
Wasted my whole life getting comfortable.
Worry about tomorrow, rarely enjoy today!
Pass the bottle before clarity returns
I’m just happy to be here!
Not quite finished, tell you later.
Hasn’t Been A Jane Austen Romance.
Bored, so bored, so very bored.
Run over twice, thankfully still alive.
Married childhood sweetheart. Two kids. Content.
Born London, lived elsewhere, died inside.
Some no-balls but several boundaries.
Apple leads to eviction of two.
Unfortunately I didn’t buy the t-shirt.
My life? Six words? God knows.
Knight on white charger never showed.
No A Levels but a millionaire.
Any chance I could start again?
Lived, loved, laughed liberally a nd left.
Found it, Lost it, Found it.
Worked all life still paying taxes.
Born, bred. Work, wed. Dad, dead.
Aspirations compromised by procrastination, then children.
Started slowly, then dash to line.
Happy days, sad days, empty days.
Too many sausages, not enough sex.
Laughed out loud, cried in silence.
Lisa from Weston
Age crept up and mugged me
If only I had turned left.
Still searching around for the reins.
Blankets, books, bottles, books, blankets.
Ditched the map, found better route.
If these weren’t enough (!) there is a book called “Not Quite What I Was Planning” which has loads more. Would probably make a good toilet book!