Ah the winter

It has been an eventful autumn and winter so far, my volition towards noting things has been blunted somewhat. However, a new year brings new impetus. At a personal level for the recent festive season I’ve put parenthesis around it, the opening bracket is: I often think back to something my mother said to me.

“God must love you he has given you many crosses to bear”

It’s not as dramatic as it sounds I was just living the life of the 1970’s young person to the full.

The closing bracket is the final line from Greg Lake’s offering –I believe in Father Christmas-

                “The Christmas you get you deserve”

I’ve finished the year in a new decade, my 7^th, I can speak more Irish. My accordion and my melodeon repertoires have increased. I’ve start to play the piano again. I’m fitter and my weight is constant. But to coin a metaphor the canvas I’m painted on is brushed with someone else’s cancer. The guilt of balancing life carrying on against restriction stymies motivation. Hence I’m going to try a weekly catharsis again. Plus the family history and language toil elsewhere in blogland!

My week this week has been made interesting looking at the output of a certain Toby Young, a person appointed by the present government as the new universities tsar, Mrs May has this morning given him her backing, whilst saying he’d better not say the things he has previously said ever again, otherwise she’ll l tell him he’s a very naughty boy and will sack him. Look up his Twitter output. He’s also backed by BoJo, need I say more. Tory, sneering, rich boys, keeping the masses in their place.

Mr Trump says like I’m smart… in reply to allegation made in a book he has just made one of the year’s best sellers. He said he’d drain the swamp; he may well have turned it into a refuse dump. Instead of unfortunate slum dwellers scrabbling for plastics to survive in a third world hell, there are shit shifters scrabbling about looking for plastic people, it appears there are plenty there to go around. Oh America the Christmas you’ve got you deserve?

A very upside down world, the juxtaposition of an 81 year old died waiting for an ambulance because ultimately of poor resourcing and the sale of a popinjay from Liverpool FC to Barcelona FC for £140,000,000. The only way is up.

Short but bitter just to get going again.