Quiff Boy.

In the house is blond quiff boy, referred to by the tree of derision as Brideshead. The drama; will he or won’t he learn he is shit scared? A question close to my own heart. “Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them?”

Simple enough, but how may times, like quiff boy, do I manufacture in my noble mind good reason to choose the coward’s comfort? And though some may label laziness I know ‘tis fear. Another quote, “To know it all you have to experience it all.” (MotoGP grid, Sunday by Valentino Rossi’s crew chief no less) So to know one must first experience, and to experience one must first overcome fear. If not, one sleeps.

“To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd.”

So whether through death or our own justified refusal to live, we commit to sleep our time. 

“And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.”

If foolish action be the stuff of fools then fools alone will be the wise in time. So come on quiff boy, prove the fool, don't justify your sleep.