In all their agonising and perpetuating of the myth that hard work leads to achievement,
Barnaby Benson was an outlier, a slow-down, even-breathing sage of the virtues of doing nothing.
Eschewing the inherent stresses of searching for enlightenment by following mantras and rules,
Barnaby’s approach, if it could be described, was as fresh as the melting rush of a mountain glacier:
‘Listen to metal and drink coffee and beer if you like them, rant at the television at night if it helps,
just allow yourself a moment to breathe and empty your head and feel the ground under your feet’.
It was as simple as that and though Barnaby Benson had no followers or friends or underpants of note,
And spent lots of time ranting at the television, sometimes he was as quietened as a deserted school at night.
