I’d like to sit both ends of this phony Culture War down together for a nice cup of tea and a chat. It would be great.
One of the reasons I set this blog up was to have a good old fashioned rant about all sorts of things which get on my nerves.
I had grown sick of sharing that with my nearest and dearest, and I think they had become weary of it, too.
Aspiration is hardly a new phenomenon, but TV gives it such scope with which to make its presence felt.
I am currently sitting on a plane; a few rows behind me, a woman has been talking loudly since she took her seat. She was probably talking loudly long before that. The problem is that she is terrified of flying.
Is this contrary need of mine to do something I cannot imagine anyone else doing some kind of attention –seeking behaviour?
I came here by mistake. I was as shocked by this as anyone. This was not a scheduled stop in my journey home. Not today.
I just don’t see the point of making the bed after I get up. The Sisyphean aspects of the pointless task do not worry me; such is the nature of our miserable human existence.