As a tribute to the great Neil Inness, the so-called seventh member of Monty Python who passed away yesterday, and who wrote so many brilliantly witty songs, I’d just like to direct everyone here.
Dad just left to return to my Grandmother’s place in Harlesden after dropping me off here in Eltham. Suffice to say, the journey back too the capital was far easier than the train trip up to cheshire. I’ve had a lovely few days with my parents, and have two new franchises to get into: the Orville, Seth MacFarlane’s comedic tribute to Star Trek, and Gavin And Stacey, both of which my parents and I binge watched over christmas. Having got back to my computer, however, I can see from my Facebook feed that all the problems which were there before christmas haven’t gone away; in fact they’re worse than ever. The queen’s speech obviously did nothing to soothe the social divisions opened up by Brexit; what concerns me is that, the way things are going, public discourse will hit an all time low in the new year. Of course we should never stop resisting Brexit as vigorously as possible, yet with so much rage and hate about, you have to wonder where all this is going.
Fao Iain Duncan-Smith
I just had a haircut. To be honest I needed it, as it had been months since my last trim. The weird thing was, though, it was like stepping back in time: dad and I just had another walk down into congleton and we were passing John’s barbers, the same barber shop my brothers and I always went to when we were growing up. Dad suggested going in, and I said yes. It looked different, so I at first assumed it had changed owners, but no: going in, it was just as it always had been. The uncanny thing was, though, I was recognised by the same guy who used to cut my hair. For a moment it was like the last ten years had never happened: Lyn, London, all the incredible things I’ve seen and done over the last decade. I wanted to tell his about my new metropolitan life, but there was no time so I just let it be. But it seemed strange to step back briefly into a life I thought I’d left behind long ago.
Only a complete moron could have missed the irony in the queen’s speech this afternoon. As many had predicted, the theme this year was reconciliation between old enemies, but one of the examples she used was the reconciliation of European nations after the Second World War. That’s literally claiming to promote peace between two groups, one of whom wants to destroy the very institution designed to ensure peace. I’m sorry to say that, for all the queen’s nice platitudes, those of us who oppose Brexit cannot be reconciled to it by a few nice words.
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m afraid to say I have a cold. I haven’t had one in months, even years, but I’m currently all snotted up. I must say, though, I don’t feel that bad for it: my nose may be running, but I have all the warmth and comfort of the house I grew up in. This will be my first Christmas here in nine or ten, and although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss lyn, something about being here feels right. Mums downstairs in the kitchen, just as she always used to be; dad’s doing various things around the house. Apart from my brothers not being here, it’s rather like the Christmases of my childhood. After a year of so much change, cold or no cold, this is probably exactly what I needed.
When I moved in with Lyn, I started using her plastic tubing for straws. She had been using hard plastic pipes to drink through for years, but until then I had used conventional disposable drinking straws. After that, of course, I was converted and have been using washable reusable straws ever since. They were durable and reusable so I could carry them with me in case I wanted a drink while I was out and about, but much kinder on the mouth than the metal straws apparently now given to people who have Parkinson’s.
Well, yesterday marked a bit of a straw related milestone. When I came up to visit my parents I forgot to pack my straws, so I simply asked mum to order a roll online. They arrived yesterday, so I suppose I am now fully converted. Just another small way life with Lyn has changed me forever.