Waving lunatics

THE FRIDAY THING: HAVE you seen the pictures of that vast army of nutters who stand on top of sea walls waiting for 60-foot waves to crash down on them?

It has the look of a giant suicide pact. I can think of nothing that has a greater sense of collective madness about it, all for the pleasure of getting soaked to the skin and knocked off the sea wall.

What will they do next, do you think? Stand in the middle of the motorway at rush hour to see how many cars will screech to a standstill.

Are the wave wallies all people who had too much of the jolly juice over the festive period or are they simply daft?

I know what I would call them, but not in a family newspaper. They should be locked up.



ONE of the seasonal delights in our household is sitting down together to watch “ET” a film I have now seen so many times I could be in the Guinness Book of Records. Certainly I know the dialogue off by heart.

But, as we cross the space and time threshold from 2013 to 2014, I find myself wondering (and not for the first time) if this will be the year we get to see or hear a creature from outer space.

As a planet we have already spent trillions looking for the elusive creatures with whom we share the universe.

The question is, are they looking for us just as determinedly? Maybe they are watching us all the time or maybe having seen us once and realised that we have only one head, two legs, two arms and a body that we are not that interesting.