Light and hearty observations from a fat and ugly guy. Home of hackneyed drivel and ersatz-existentialist effluence. Choleric biliousness a specialty, since 1958.

If a mower's running in the forest, and there's no one there to hear it....

True story, from yesterday's London Sun newspaper: a Buddhist monk was killed by a giant lawnmower with faulty brakes. The 50 year old monk had chased after the machine when it pulled away from him. He caught up with the mower but slipped and fell under the blades as he tried to climb into the cab. He was sliced up by the cutter in the 12-acre grounds of the Peace Pagoda in Milton Keynes, UK. According to an investigator, and speaking of the mower: “It should not have been used. The only way you could get the tractor to stay stationary was to turn off the engine.”

Now, here's the extra weird part: this poor monk had previously lost three fingers in a mower accident ten years ago. And his name: Rev Gyosei Handa. "Handa".

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 7:33 AM