Is there a mood change afoot? As the honeymoon enjoyed by the arrogant tts rapidly recedes we witness more and more their witlessness. Their eu implosion is very predictable but the rest of their behaviour is becoming more evidently ill thought through and nakedly self-serving (or serving of their klepto masters). s&m’s budget has already unravelled and the resignation of irretrievably dumb shit and it’s ramifications bode ill for the tts. HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa.
Today (Sunday 20th March) is Kate and mine’s anniversary of coming together in 2004. On that day England beat Wales 31-21 and yesterday England beat France by the same score, and they are grand slammers. This, of course, really pleases the French, the Welsh, the Scots, the Irish and so many others.
And a very interesting piece, well interesting to me,by Sean O’Hagan writing about one Joe Corre (Malcolm McLaren’s son) who is planning to publicly burn all his punk stuff ( worth £5m) in November, the anniversary of the Pistols’ Anarchy in the UK. He’s doing this because of his disgust at boris bunter’s backed ‘Punk London’. O’Hagan thinks that ‘Punk London’ is “conclusive proof, if needed, of the French thinker Guy Debord’s assertion that consumer capitalism drains authentic lived experience of meaning”. Debord’s book, The Society of the Spectacle, in which he predicts “meaning is drained from our lives and replaced by the mesmerising power of empty spectacle”, like England winning the grand slam and Cicero’s ‘bread and circuses’. And as we watch the spectacle the kleptos plunder ever more. And woe betide anyone who dares to question the spectacle and the plundering, as the Sex Pistols briefly did, for they will have the evil that lurks just below the surface of the bland conformity unleashed. Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid
And I stuck my size 12’s in it after a funeral on Friday with me godly bollocks.
And we went on our longest walk yet since the crabby time, walked through the wood (Wilksood) where we married the first time. Lots of trees had recently been felled and many had fallen over but not the one we were married under. Seems like it won’t be too long before it too falls or is felled, must try and get a piece of it when it does.
We watched the wedding video last night with Jaike and his new love Lauren, brought back happy memories tinged with some sadness for me seeing my daughter Fay as our relationship is not good at present.
Passed more badgers on the roadside. The ones we see aren’t killed by road vehicle but by farmers and then dumped roadside. One can understand farmers antipathy towards Brock but I can’t help feeling there is something cowardly and underhand to leave them to make others think they’ve been killed by cars.
Further to the academisation of schools bollocks and the current government’s witlessness, a letter by professor Ron Glatter ending with: “The policy appears to be based on a combination of ideological zeal and extraordinary organisational naivety”. Apart from the hope of Mr Jeremy and co it really is well beyond time to have our ‘democracy’ dragged into modern times and have some form of proportional representation, otherwise we’ll continue to have dodgy privately educated tt prime ministers.
And come on you Kirsty, save your abused friend Helen from the evil rob titchener. And Deborah Orr has echoed my thoughts about the inappropriateness of using the term ‘domestic abuse’, domestic keeps it in the veneer beneath which the evil lives.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.