The news today was a succession of people doing things that are supposed to be fun that could not have possibly been fun, unless you had managed to self-hypnotise. Thousands of people stood in the rain in Cambridge to wait for the Olympic flame’s arrival. At Silverstone, people watched cars practising driving in a river. And I spent a day raking through brambles – score: me 0/ prickles 4.
Why do we pursue happiness? And would we know when we have found it or what to do with it if it were given to us?