Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 15 June 2012
What is a Diamond Geezer?
Away with negativity! Find the good in people, I say. Care not for the wind and rain which is set to make this English June the wettest and most horrid since One Million Years B.C. (Damn, now I am thinking of Rachel Welch wandering around in a piece of furry fluff and making grunting noises).
What makes a geezer a diamond one? Well, I have thought about this long and hard (i.e. for at least 30 seconds - about the same amount of time I used to spend thinking about Rachel Welch long and hard) and have come to the conclusion that it is all to do with the acceptance of their own vulnerability.
Most people only let the mask drop when they are feeling particularly safe from attack - they 'come out of their shells' only when they think they are surrounded by friends or like-minded people.
What makes Desmond Tutu and the Dalai Lama so special is that despite a lifetime (or quite a few lifetimes in the Dalai Lama's case) spent in passively fighting the most hostile and dangerous regimes on earth, they like nothing more than to enjoy a good laugh with others, even if it is at their own expense. Oh, and Desmond enjoys a good dance too. There's nothing so revealing and endearing as unselfconscious dancing in public - I should know, I never do.
They are the exact opposite of people like Will Self, who spend most of their time throwing stones at people from behind a brick wall.
Last night, I suddenly found myself feeling a bit like Self (pun very much intended), attacking others from behind the Stephenson mask, so I thought I would post up a couple of heroes.
It sounds as though the village of Trelawnyd is packed full of unassuming heroes to me, but I - to my shame - find it difficult to think positively about any ordinary people in my locality that fall into the 'diamond geezer' bracket. True, there are quite a few charity workers and the like around here, but they just don't seem to have the humour in them that saves them from being branded as do-gooders. Here I go again... Stop. Enough said.
I am going to spend the day (or a small part of it) trying to recall the flawed heroes I have encountered in my life. That is the point, really. There has to be flaws, otherwise they would not be human. Does that ring any bells with you?