By Robyn McCormick
Who is this Murphy guy? Because I’d like to meet him. Or more accurately, I’d like to do him some serious damage. I hate that man, whoever he is or was, and generally, I’m the type of person who gets along with everyone. But for him, I’d like to make an exception and possibly a large hole in the back of his head. This, unfortunately, proves to be impossible, as there is some doubt as to exactly who Murphy was. One belief is that he was Edward Murphy, an American aerospace engineer who died in 1990 before I’d yet had a chance to experience the delights of his godforsaken law, which (the story goes) stated: ”If there’s more than one way to do a job, and one of those ways will result in disaster, then somebody will do it that way”.
So true Murphy, only nowadays the long arm of this particular law seems to have stretched to cover even the most mundane parts of daily life, trying its best to make fools of us in the most terrible ways it can.Take the simple matter of going to lectures. Now those conscientious students among us may diligently attend every lecture the whole year save for one, but it will be in that one lecture that the lecturer decides to take register for some bizzare reason, sees the student’s name missing, and bang goes the DP.That same law will be the one that lulls you into a false sense of security as you happen to sit with a lovely new person in the dining hall, only to cause you to spill your food all down yourself. It’s curried fish, you’re wearing a white top, and you have no jersey to cover the skaam. Sound familiar?
A word of advice: never wear white, and stay away from curried fish. Oh, and if anyone knows the whereabouts of any of Murphy’s descendants, please let me know: I’d like to get rid of them before another one of them does something stupid.