OK OK, I will blog, otherwise you might start thinking that I never actually made it home at all. I did, and have entered full-on lazy mode, which means my days are filled with sleep, Peggle Nights and Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace. It was Owen who introduced me to Darkplace over the term and I now have the DVD to savour, although with only a paltry six episodes ever made. The theme tune is also semi-permanently stuck in my head (on an alternating basis with Alphabeat) – go on, try it!
On Sunday I was ‘at’ (in a rather virtual sense) the premiere of The Age of Stupid, a film about climate change which forces you into a paranoid mode for the following few days, as every light bulb you switch on becomes a source of anxiety and guilt. But it’s a bit like Catholic guilt, which doesn’t really alter your behaviour, but just lurks menacingly until the genuine benefits of a short attention span become evident and you convince yourself that you do really need to be using a laptop and a desktop PC side-by-side. (I did.) But no, I do recommend people go see the film. And given that my blog already has a reputation for being the ongoing chronicle of Ken Livingstone’s extremely slow re-election campaign, I won’t shrink from mentioning that he put in an appearance at the actual premiere which was being beamed to us lot at The O2 Centre in Finchley Road. The makers of the film apologised on behalf of London for the election result, raising actual cheers at our cinema, clearly demonstrating that he would have won if only you could have picked the right voters.
I was also unlazy enough to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with Joshua and Niamh last night at The Corrib, although you could argue that ‘drinking’ is still a pretty long away from ‘revising’ in terms of productive activity. But you wouldn’t, because it was lovely, and I would include a sweet coupley photo to demonstrate this – all nicely Irishly themed, too – if I hadn’t been forbidden from doing so on the grounds that it wasn’t flattering enough. Pfft. Instead you’ll have to be content with the (entirely mental) image of a fox darting in front of me as I walked home that night before disappearing back into the shadows. I wonder whereabouts they sleep?
"he would have won if only you could have picked the right voters."
You don’t mean this, surely?
Well not as a serious suggestion, but it is true in a literal sense
Willesden foxes are special, they never sleep.
Going to the free age of stupid tomorrow at the tricycle, preparing for serious curled-up-in-the fetal-position guilt..
Climate change is a product of capitalism, and we will not overcome it until we stop blaming individuals and the working classes in general and start (well, either start a revolution, or at least start) blaming industry and government.
This plan is flawless, and could only fail in the highly unlikely circumstance that individuals and/or the working class turn out to be part of and/or involved with industry and/or government…
No, Dominic, because it’s about making changes to infrastructure. About changing the way concrete is made, about improving public transport and putting restrictions on car use.
That sort of thing is what I mean when I say that we should blame industry and government. Not the people they make up, but the way they do things.
"The people they are made up of," that should have been. Sorry!
Foxes sleep in holes like rabbits and badgers. Their holes are bigger than a rabbits but smaller than a badger set.
I know this because I track them…
Thank you, stranger!