Well, my commercial empire will take a while expanding as I drove all the way to beyond Bridport for a country fair and took a whole €10 (pound key now gives me a hashtag so € is the closest). Will take a while understanding this selling lark and as Angry Young Man says ‘diving into the cesspool of capitalism’ takes some adjusting.
And Angry Young Man is minded not to vote in the forthcoming referendum for reasons I have great sympathy with. And there is something deeply disturbing about it when the leading protagonists on both sides are old etonian chums. Slavoj Zizek writes Europe is caught in a ‘mad dance’ ‘between the false opposites of global capitalism and surrender to anti-immigrant populism’. His, like other sensible people’s answer, is for those of the left to work together across Europe, not retreat into blinkered nationalism and not allow the rightwing populists to define the struggle. Varoufakis is of a similar mind and would like to see a revival of democratic sovereignty across the whole of Europe. The deeply unpleasant brexit leaders only envision a narrow sovereignty to impose their own illiberal prejudices on those poor, deluded folk who believe that they’ll lead them to some sort of former stomping ground glory.
And they’re voting in Swiss land tomorrow on a referendum for a national basic income. It states on the ballot paper: to ‘guarantee the introduction of an unconditional basic income’ to provide ‘a humane existence and participation in public life for the whole population’. Such a contrast to the tt’s ‘universal welfare’ bollocks and that arch brexiter irritable duodenal shit. It actually has appeal to both sides of the political divide as for left wingers it could liberate folk from poverty and crap jobs and for right wingers actually reduce bureaucracy and create a simpler, even cheaper welfare system. And with the advent of robots, computers and machines taking over so many jobs seems an eminently sensible idea to me.
RIP Muhammed Ali, you really were an exceptional human being.
And Mr Jeremy was in sleepy little Swanage last weekend.
Question; who votes against their own economic interests?
Answer; working class tories.
Just lately I’ve been trying to remember what it was actually like undergoing my cancer treatment and realising that I was extremely unwell because of the chemo and radio therapies. And today Decca Aitkenhead writes of her experience undergoing chemo last year. She writes how she initially found a dearth of anything like accurate information about what it would be like. She found a profound inarticulacy and her understanding of this is that ‘human beings have had no historical need to evolve language applicable to the sensation of being systematically poisoned’. That ‘we feel dead without actually having died’ and one major side-effect that the medical profession has long refused to acknowledge, the damage to your brain technically called ‘chemo-brain’, I am more stupid and Kate thinks I use chemo-brain as too much of an excuse.
One aspect that particularly affected her was losing her hair, I too clearly remember (this was before chemo-brain kicked in) lying on the sofa one night and pulling out the first clump of hair. To many folk it might seem relatively trivial in the scheme of things, but until you experience it yourself keep opinions to yourself. I experienced similar distress when I lost my sense of taste. The whole process was a series of shocks, in many respects the cancer became secondary, subsumed amidst the brutal effects of the treatments.
A bloke at Worth fete (a local village full of second homes) where I was selling my unction last Monday asked of me what life-changing epiphanies I have had post-treatment. First time anyone’s asked me this and I was initially flummoxed, but I merely blurted about appreciating many of the supposedly simpler things in life that we too easily take for granted such as taste, not having hair suddenly disappear and not feeling like you’re dead.
And I like gardening and our garden is so lovely now and a pleasure to be in as I increasingly marvel at the apparently simple life processes of plants growing and flowering. Seems like gardening has become quite hip lately.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.