I have just been watching the tory party conference screaming at the tv. How dare that collection of insults to humanity laugh when they are causing so much pain? how dare thy pat themselves on the back when their policies have driven so many to suicide? how dare they pretend they are acting altruistically when by lowering tax they have caused people to starve. How dare they be so arrogant to think that wealth just trickles down, when anyone with just a shred of humanity sees that such policies feed only the wealthy few? how dare they laugh at labour,who actually care about other people, when each and every one of those vermin is guilty of such greed selfishness and arrogance? That which Ahab against the whale is now nothing compared to what I now have against this collection of liars and cheats and idiots. Day after day I see reports of the suffering they alone have caused. I want this group of selfish, arrogant arseholes broken up.
Last night saw us at another outstanding Gus Glen gig at the Thai restaurant around the corner. I have rather fallen in love with those nights: they are fun, intimate little evenings with just Gus and his guitar (and ukelele) doing some of the classics. And of course he calls guests up too, including Lyn, who did a wonderful set last night. It's only a small place - there could not have been more than fifteen people there last night - so everyone feels involved.
Indeed the highlight of my evening came at the very end, when Gus called Lyn up again to jam with him on Sweet Home Alabama. He knows I like that song, but I did not request it last night as I think it has started to annoy him. However, they played it just for me. I was thrilled! When it started, I suddenly felt the urge to do a steve and join in. I got up, grabbed the spare microphone and started to sing along. What everyone thought about it I know not - fortunately there were very few people there at that point - but I felt awesome. It brought back so many memories.
After that it was time to go home. I'd had a great evening, and I think Lyn had fun too. Mind you, I got slightly told off when I put Sweet Home Alabama on again after we got in.
I am watching the news and I feel nothing. I am typing this sat on the sofa while watching the bbc news channel. They are of course discussing the new military action in Iraq, debating the complex politics and history of the situation, and I feel nothing. I don't feel angry or upset, just blank. I have seen this before, and frankly no longer give a damn, either about the intricacies of it all, CaMoron's motives, the possible outcomes, or anything. The situation might be dangerous, but I know my daily life won't change: I'll still get up in the morning, eat breakfast and zoom around London in my chair; Lyn will continue to compose; the sun will continue to rise. So let them have another war! Let them fight! Let them send more young men to die! It's only one more in a string of such folly; a list which will be added to after this one, whether I listen or not, whether I object or not, whether I care or not. One folly leads to another then another. I will just carry on with my life, watching the news but feeling nothing.
[Edited 27/09/2014 at 12:26:01 - added a bit]
Someone, who shall remain unnamed, last night posted this video link to my facebook page with the comment ''ooh I wonder if this could have a breathalyser function lol''. While a wheelchair-mounted system which tracks one's position and other vital statistics may be a very good idea for some vulnerable people, I am at a loss to see how that comment applies to me...ahem!
I suppose I should be used to such patheticness by now, but it still comes as a shock. On Monday i read that Michael palin, one of my all time favourite people, is due to do a stage presentation of the latest volume of his diaries, Travelling To Work, in Shaftesbury avenue in October . At first i was uncertain whether or not to try to get tickets, but this morning I decided to throw caution to the wind. After all I have loved palin since I was little, and this show will apparently focus on the era surrounding Palin's travel shows, the very thing which made me aware of him.
So off i se this morning. I know I could have tried to order online, but I kept just being directed to third party ticket websites. Besides, going up there meant I could make sure we got the two wheelchair spaces and two PA spaces we need.
Getting there was easy, as usual: the performance is at the palace theatre, just up the road from Westminster. I got the bus, and beat my way through the crowds, growling at Danny Alexander as I passed him. I rolled up to the box office and asked for two wheelchair spaces and two carer spaces for Michael Palin. I expected the least they could do was tell me that they were sold out - after all, it was rather close to the performance. But the reply I got was far more pathetic: the wheelchair spaces were taken, not by other wheelchair users, but by the sound desk. The sound desk! Have you ever heard anything so abysmal, so discriminatory.
I was about to complain, but bit my tongue, turned, and headed back. They promised to email me should the situation change, but I have to say I was pretty upset. I told myself to look on the bright side - we saw Monty Python Live two months ago, which should he enough. I had bought tickets for that almost a year in advance, so I could not be too miffed; things could not all go my way. Yet the excuse I was given just seemed so careless, so pathetic. It just seems unfair, especially given how much I would have loved to see Michael Palin in person.
UPDATE At about 4.30 today I received an email saying the situation had been resolved and my tickets had been reserved. hurrah! any criticism on m part is withdrawn.
[Edited 25/09/2014 at 15:58:13 - added a bit]
[Edited 25/09/2014 at 16:01:16 - added a bit to explain title]
[Edited Yesterday at 16:50:01 - added update]