Chop sticks

After work and a few pints last night I came home, grabbed a small meal (small because it was 3am), and crawled into bed with my current book, Letters from a Small Island. My page average for these nightly reads is probably around the 5 mark because it's usually not too long until my eye's droop and I drop my book over the edge of the bed, waking myself up again in the process. Last night, before falling alseep, I came across a short paragraph that made me laugh and think at the same time. I'll quote:

"I find chopsticks frankly distressing. Am I alone in thinking it odd that a people ingenious enough to invent paper, gunpowder, kites, and any number of other useful objects, and who have a noble history extending back 3000 years haven't yet worked out that a pair of knitting needles is no way to capture food."

Funny you might think. But what got me even more was that I'm one of those people who insist on using chopsticks when I eat out at a Chinese. I'm westernised male, I should know better. And I have zero skill with chopsticks anyway. So really I spend more time trying to grip them in the correct manner than actually eating. It's all a bit strange... not that I'll change.

Hmmm... other news. The Party in the Park line-up now also includes Alanis Morisette.