Give me a break

Does anyone remember Second Life? Is it still going? If I cared I would

Google it and see. But I don’t. I remember years and years ago seeing a presentation on this on-line alternative world where your avatar could fly or ride a bike or go shopping and buy virtual property and talk to other avatars. It was future and famous brands were setting up there. It was all very sf come real. And we’d all be living there.The only thing that got in the way was having to work and sleep and commute and have a life in the real world. If only we had 48 hour days. I did dutifully set up an avatar who looked a bit like Jar Jar Binks and I set off to embrace the experience. I flew around a bit and typed some words for my avatar to say to another avatar who looked like a Beach Volleyball chick with an elephant’s head. That was the extent of it. I didn’t spend real money to have virtual money to go to the virtual Gap store to buy a virtual T-shirt that would somehow be delivered to me in the real world. Call me lazy. Working 12 hours a day and commuting for 2 , eating and drinking for 3 and then sleeping for 8 pretty much used up all my time. Maybe I’m just a slacker. No such slur could be aimed at Nick Spalding.Well,maybe. He set out to write a book in 24 hours and took at least 30. Lazy bastard. Having recently gone through one of those periodic cranked-up work schedules wherea team of us worked for 11 days straight breaking rocks in the advertising quarry,

I know how the word exhausted doesn’t do the feeling justice.I haven’t done that since I was 25 and could write until 4 am and drink beer at the same time. Now I’ve discovered the great secret and should you climb up the gigantic ego mountain upon which I am perched I will deliver it to you. Life is in the breaks. So there.