contained within the folds of a punctured football. And perched triumphantly upon its back was a fat, brown and cream striped spider. I stopped my watch at 2:07 seconds, and bent the better to observe the unfolding of this minuscule drama. Was I witnessing a
and Stanley Matthews football shorts. My compatriots here at the Hotel Bunda, Davos, giggle nervously and do that ‘scary’ thing with their eyes and fingers. But as a newly registered entrant in the Zen UltraMarathon of Life, I don’t see what all the fuss
