A couple of years ago, if I had written a script describing how a reality tv star became president of america, then started accusing the media of fakery, to the extent that his supporters are now saying the media are covering up an attack in Sweden which never happened but which he referred to, you'd have told me to write something more sensible. I know that Trump was referring to a report on immigration that he'd seen on Fox news the night before (where else would such a reactionary halfwit get his information?) rather than the terrorist attack everyone took him to mean, but we've reached a point beyond absurd. I couldn't believe my ears: certain people were/are maintaining there was an attack in Sweden, simply because Trump alluded to one, and then went about saying the mainstream media were covering it up just to get at Trump. This is one of those things I hope I've misunderstood, because if there are such people so fanatically pro trump that they believe everything he says is automatically correct, then it implies humanity has taken another big step towards utter insanity.
My day - my entire week - has just been made. I'm up a bit earlier than usual, as I couldn't sleep for some reason. I was just checking the beeb's arts and entertainment page for news of anything cool, and found something phenomenal. You'd think that a man of his age and standing would have retired with the grateful consent of the country long ago, but I just read that Sir David Attenborough has announced he's making Blue Planet II. The sequel to 2001's Blue Planet obviously, it will explore ''the underwater worlds which cover most of our planet, yet are still its least known.'' The first was truly breathtaking, so I'm really looking forward to watching this new addition later this year. Yet simply to see Attenborough, the greatest of tv presenters, still making programs is quite, quite incredible.
I was looking at old photos of myself on Facebook yesterday. I was horrified to note how many of them depicted me drunk: I suddenly realised I was sozzled in quite a few. I used to think it was a sign that I was having fun and something to be proud of, but yesterday, looking at these photos, I thought ''You utter prat!'' Those pictures show how much of a dick I was: they aren't a sign of me having fun, but of me getting so ratassed that I had to be put to bed early. Well, I'm glad that's over: that stage of my life is finished with. No more pictures of me fast asleep in a chair in the garden; just sensible ones of the new, sensible me.
Tony Blair can never be forgiven for dragging the UK into an illegal war in Iraq, and I'm sure I'm not alone in thinking that, but his recent comments on Europe are spot on. Brexit must be fought. We are told we must ''respect the result'', but that result was achieved by the narrowest of margins and based on a series of lies. We were conned, and our human rights and liberal values are at risk because of it. Of course brexit must be fought; it must be fought at all costs, tooth and nail. I don't want to see British society transformed into a capitalist hell, where the rich walk all over the poor and the strong are free to dominate the weak. So I'm with Blair on this one; he has my full backing. At least someone is standing up against the coming tide of bigotry and persecution.
My mum and dad gave me a lot of Marvel films for christmas, in response to me saying that I wanted to find something new to get into. I keep intending to bung them in my dvd drive and start watching. I was about to do so a few days ago, but I thought I'd do some Googling first. What I found was intriguing: a plethora of new characters and narratives, captured not in good old prose or film, but in a visual language I'd never considered before. Like most people, I suppose, I'd always dismissed comics/graphic novels as being for children; but if you think about it, it's an artform unto itself - a completely unique way of telling stories. The images are static, yet combine to form a narrative. The images incorporate text, but text is only one component of the form. Thus comic strip exist somewhere between prose and film. My initial searches were only cursory, but what I wonder now is, is there any kind of theory or analysis associated with this artform, as there is with literature and film? Just how seriously can one take it?