3 Billion

I wondered, when I was smaller, whether everything just had the same number of heartbeats, one finite number, let’s say 3 billion and when they reach that 3 billionth beat, that’s it. They just die. Unless something bad happens before like a bus hits them or they drown. And so a mouse whose little heart just beats so fast, well he gets there quicker, to the end I mean. And someone who’s stressed, their heart goes a little faster too and pulls their 3 billionth beat a little closer so they sound their last more early. And smokers.
There are no doubt scientific examples that prove this not to be the case, though I can’t say I’m desperate to know them, anyway I was young when I thought this. Though I still wonder and am wondering whether it could be true, at least for most humans. No-one has really proven it wrong…
I’m just firing up a cigarette and listening to reggae instrumentals again, I guess I could wonder what number I’m on.

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Some current adverts wot I want to discuss:

The Beefy and Lamby quality standard beef affair. I don't like it.

The Bismark magazine advert. 50p for your first copy..200 copies needed, £4.99 normal RRP.

Trident gum. There is a reaggae thing going on there which unsettles me.

Glade. Little Chinese lad on the toilet..."It's all gone. it's all gone"..."What's the matter darling?" etc.
Why is the mother waiting at the door?
Why is she not Chinese?
How does he draw the refill thing so fast to push under the door?
Why does she then go in if he put the note under the door? He obviously values his privacy.