My difficulty is not with the principle of patented cushioning craniophagic headwear, but with these words:
“No caring or sensible parent would send their child to play football without shin pads, hockey without a gum shield or the non-swimmer without armbands.”
I always knew I wasn’t sensible. Now I know I am uncaring too. I would send my child to play football without shin pads. I would send my child to play hockey without a gum shield. I would send my child to play the non-swimmer without armbands. As you no doubt know, “the non-swimmer without armbands” is a minor character in Beckett’s masterly portrayal of wistful futility, Waiting for Swimming Lessons.
My father often says, “You were perfectly normal till I dropped you on your head when you were two.” I like to think that’s true.