Paul Reid-Bowen on my sink

“Not sure if Graham appreciates how his near-miss with electricity and his bathroom sink could have translated him into one of those ‘amusing deaths of philosophers’ stories.”

Oh, yes I do. That was a scary moment, much scarier than the rabid dog two years ago. To some extent you can actually fight a rabid dog: I wrestled it for around for 5-10 seconds. But you can’t really fight 220 volts of current if you’re standing in a shower. I’m really, really glad I always shave before the shower.

Someone once did a horoscope of me and concluded that I had a good chance of dying of either electrical current, kitchen knives, lung disease, or “a strange degenerative disease of the nervous system towards old age.” (The latter sounds very Poe-like, but still by far the most miserable of the four.)