Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 24 March 2017
Isn't it amazing how much is going on constantly elsewhere? Now that may sound like an idiotic thing to say, but sometimes I lie in bed imagining all that activity until I begin to overload myself.
Right now I am thinking of all those people stupified by boredom, waiting to be called in Bristol Crown Court. When my routine is interrupted is when I imagine other people's lives the most.
For instance, I am always amazed when - on the rare occasions I have to be on the streets before dawn - how many people are scurrying about in the dark out there, on their way to a distant job or something. I always expect to be the only person in the world who is not in bed, and I am slightly put out when I understand that I am not that special after all.
It doesn't stop there. There are whole tribes of people living in remote South American jungles who have never even seen anyone from the rest of the world, who are - at this moment - chatting to each other, unaware even of the existence of towns and cities, let alone me. Some of them have not even seen an aircraft fly overhead at 40,000 feet.
It doesn't stop there either. Somewhere in Egypt, there is an undiscovered tomb containing a long-dead person. At some point - possibly right now - a particle of dessicated material will drop from one part of the mummy and fall to the floor of the inner casket.
The world did not revolve around Schrodinger. Try telling the cat that it does not exist after you have closed the door.
This post fell apart a bit at the end, because I got a call regarding an insurance quote for my car and had to talk about all the details whilst trying to write this stuff.