Yesterday I noticed how the alleged killed of Lee Rigby was heard to say ''an eye for an eye'' after he had committed the awful deed. When I saw the footage, I had an idea: I thought it would be nice to respond by making sign quoting the words of Gandhi: ''An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind'' and placing it at the scene. It took a while to make; I was lucky Dominik found spare wood and paint in the shed, and he went to quite a lot of effort with it. Getting it to Woolwich was not an easy task either, but I felt I just had to respond to this abominable act with words of wisdom. I don't know if it's still there - I might check later. Part of me is simply interested to see what happens to it, and whether anyone notice it at all.
Tom Dailey apparently came out today. Frankly I don't care an nor should anyone else. Why is it in the news? What concern of ours is it whether Dailey is gay, straight, bi or whatever as long as he is happy and can still swim fast. If you ask me, we need to escape these labels altogether; we need to go beyond categorising people. We need to forget about words like 'gay' 'straight' 'black' and 'white' and even to an extent 'man' and 'woman'. These words do not signify categories but create semiotic devisions, and devisions create prejudices and equalities. Above all we are all human and the rest is language. In short we need to get beyond categorisation and just let people be themselves.
In my own case, I love lyn, a pre-op transwoman. Does hat make me gay, straight or bi? Legally Lyn is a woman, so ours is a straight relationship, but others might see it differently. At the end of the day, however, does it matter? How does what you call it in any way effect our love? I have a Lyn, and she has a Matt, and we love each other. End of debate. In the same way, Tom Dailey is still Tom Dailey, and all other concerns are just a matter of labelling.
Although when monty python's on-stage revival was first announced I felt a hint of caution was necessary, the time has come to lose myself in unmitigated glee. Despite the fact that tickets were apparently selling like spam sandwiches, today I thought I might as well go see if there were any left. There probably weren't, but the walk up to the dome is a pleasant one.
I was, however, wrong, and I'm sitting here with a receipt for four tickets to see Monty Python Live (mostly) on the 20th of july 2014. Rarely have I felt this ecstatic, so giddy with glee, so pleased. The fact that the pythons are reuniting is remarkable in itself,, but the fact that I am going to see these men who made me laugh so uncontrollably as a child in the flesh is beyond incredible.
Words escape me - I don't think it has even sunk in yet.
A good day indeed: productive, instructive, yet reassuring
A parent visit day: a ring of the bell, a hug, and a long chat.
About family, about holidays, and then down to work.
They're helping me with my thesis: I have quite a bit of tidying up to do.
Yet I felt proud, sat there on the sofa,
Talking about my work as if it was serious and important.
For it is. I have, at last, written something of substance and value.
Something to be proud of.
Sat there, Lyn nearby, I realised that I had reached somewhere good
And I held my head high.
Last night was fairly good too. While out on one of my rolls earlier this year, I noticed that the Steriophonics were going to play at the o2 arena this Autumn. Now, truth be told I have never really been into the stereophonics; I just knew they were a fairly big band with one or two cool hits. As I was there, I asked if there were tickets left, and there were. With that I texted Lyn to see if she was interested in seeing them, and she was, so I bought us tickets. After all, a night out is a night out wether we knew the band well or not.
That was so long ago I almost forgot about it; at one point I worried that I had misplaced the tickets somewhere, but they just hadn't arrived here yet. However, last night came at last, and my fears of losing the tickets or forgetting to go didn't materialise. I always get a thrill when I go up to the dome, it's such an awesome place, although when I mentioned that to Lyn as we waited for the gig to start last night, she cooly replied that it was tiny compared to some of the places she has played. Nevertheless, it was an awesome night. I seem to be developing a taste for live music: I'm now thirsty to see more bands, go to more gigs, especially with Lyn. However, as epic as places like the o2, brixton academy and indeed the olympic stadium are, I think we both prefer smaller, more intimate venues, so that is the type of gig I'll be keeping an eye out for now.