Hey legends, it's that time of year
again. It's the Cheese Rolling Festival.
Or with the amount of people filming the
event on their phones this year. You
might say it's a bloody Coldplay
concert. Now, I'm not being a cynical
wanker. It's great. Cheese and those who
care about cheese and chase it down what
is basically a cliff deserve the
mainstream credibility. And it's Yeah,
look at her. It's admirable. It requires
dedication. It's about having limits,
but not giving a [ __ ] about those
limits. But most importantly, it's about
seeing if people can fly. Criy.
Genocide, war, the impending collapse of
our planet. One bloke can make us all
forget about that. A simple man living a
simple life for cheese. [ __ ] me dead.
How many angles of this guy do we have?
Not enough would be the answer to that.
But seriously, is he okay? Are any
sports journalists interested in that
story? Alived, unalived, anyone? I mean,
what is the point of are you okay day if
we're not all checking in on this
[ __ ] to see if he's okay? He just
vanishes behind the
house. This picture speaks a thousand
words. At least she's crying. There's a
solitary tear running down her cheek.
Meanwhile, the human next to her is
upside down, lost, confused, hurt.
Overall, every year this tradition
reminds me that our species is never
changing. If we want to be reckless,
idiotic, and wasteful with our
well-being, that's our choice. That is
our right. It's our godfucking fair
dinkham given right. At least for
cheese.
