In this month's
issue of Call Sign, the subject I've chosen to write about is 'Death'.
Many find this subject morbid, some find it taboo, but the one inescapable
fact is that we all become involved with it whatever our view. Since time immemorial, academics, theologists and people from all walks of life - not least taxi drivers - have discussed this subject in great depth. All have searched for the answer to this unanswerable question: IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH...? Many religions concede that there may be life after death; Buddhism insists that it is the case. Japanese pilots in WWII believed that a better life awaited them as they fearlessly slammed themselves against the decks of US warships. Perhaps I should emulate this practice at my next annual visit to the PCO? Dare I turn my Metrocab into a missile from a 10ft high ramp, shouting "bonsai!" leaving the poor examining C.O. to pick up the pieces? No need, for I, a humble forelock touching cab driver, have stumbled upon the answer to the timeless riddle. I can confirm without fear of contradiction, that there is life after death. I have witnessed this amazing phenomenon with my very own eyes. The following story is true, although the names of the taxi drivers have been changed as they have requested anonymity... "Harry From Camden is Dead..." |
Steve Shaller Looks
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asked if he was sure... |
"I had a great time, thank you for asking," Harry said, "I
flew at about 35,000 feet, well above the clouds, no music - but I did
watch an episode of The Vicar of Dibley accompanied by a Fosters -
couldn't get a Harp, though." I explained to Harry that not only was I in shock, but now was seriously confused. "You've flown before, haven't you, Steve," asked Harry? "Only in a plane," I replied. "Spain; I've just come back from Spain," said Harry, "where did you think I'd been?" "I was told you were dead, Harry..." Harry laughed nervously. "If you can bring back a litre of duty free liquor and two sleeves of fags from heaven, then good luck to you." I stretched out one hand and felt Harry. He probably got the wrong impression but it seemed like the right thing to do. Warm flesh and blood; he was very much alive. Help from the Prime Minister? Steve Shaller (R75) |
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