June 3, 2009
I haven’t written for a while, and for those of you who may drop by here every now and then, just to see what’s what, well, I apologise.
It’s something to do with the world going crazy. Little world, not big World, I guess, because it seems to all be happening in Britain. (Well, other than Obama saying “Hey North Korea, sort yourselves out soon or else”- they put on a good parade though don’t they?) but yes, nuclear bombs are back in fashion, a Peter Kay spoof of reality talent shows has become a reality, and politicians are dropping like flies. Are there any left? The printed press can’t keep up. I go out and buy the paper to enjoy with my lunch only to unfold it and find it already full of chips.
The world is going mental. What once was movies, fiction and non; what once was Rainman, I am Sam, Shine, Dumb and Dumber, Being There– is now protected and championed by Amanda Holden (from afar across the oceans), nurtured by Simon Cowell, and married to Piers. And our politicians continue to fall.
But the Prime Minister, our dour doer, phones I am Sam and all is well. And tomorrow we will vote.
How will you vote? For one of the big three? Green, Christian and Nazi? Or a fringe no-hoper like Labour? Don’t, DON’T even think of voting BNP. Our world may be mad but let us not make it mad and bad. I know you won’t. Spoiling votes could be fun. They still have to be counted. They have to be acknowledged. They say to someone somewhere that we think you have spoilt the party. Why not draw a nice picture of a goose? Or a scary picture of a clown? Or rub some cheese on your ballot so it smells. Or make it into a paper plane. If you do something creative please let me know.
Oh! And my computer blew up. Well, the monitor. Bang! Sparks! Smoke! reset fusebox!
Above ground too.