Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 17 January 2016
Saturday night, Sunday morning
I don't know whether or not I find this a comfort, but I have recently realised that my protracted and severe January blues here in the U.K. is being experienced by almost everyone I know as well. It's not just little old me.
It seems the planets have aligned - or maligned - to create situations of extreme stress of an almost physical nature which are running concurrently with boring weather conditions following - and during - an extremely mediocre Christmas, plus suicide bombers don't seem to observe Christmas anyway, which takes some of the sparkle out of it to say the least.
Many of my young friends are arguing with their loved ones, and I try to calm them down by explaining that relationships suffer no more than when one or both parties (it always ends up with both parties) are under extreme stress. This stress can be to do with money, or - in some more extreme cases - impending court-cases. I have a friend who is involved in one, and I myself have been called up for jury service soon, but even though I will not be the defendant, I still find the idea very stressful. I ought to have realised all this sooner than my younger friends, but didn't until I tried to explain it to them, and in doing so, I made it clear in my own head.
Correct me if I am wrong, but I am pretty sure that my youngest follower here is somewhere either side of 40, and the oldest are up in the 80s. Only on Facebook do you get a reluctant audience of under 40s, but this - as we all know - is not what we're after. We're not what they're after either. It says something when moments of light relief are provided by things like yesterday's rubbish incident account.
Last night, we settled down to a feel-good DVD, and although we wanted an old film, we decided that it should not be black-and-white, 40s old, so we settled for 'Local Hero'.
As it began, I suddenly realised that the one Scottish actor playing a lead role in it was none other than a very young Peter Capaldi - he who is now the latest reincarnation of Doctor Who, and had previously sworn his way to fame as the Peter Mandelson character in 'In The Thick Of It'.
It all went fine until Capaldi started to get involved with the half-marine biologist, half-mermaid character in the fishing village, but then the whole thing froze just as he discovered she had webbed feet. It wasn't just the DVD which froze, but the whole playing system. After I had managed to eject the DVD and throw it in the rubbish bin, I was in no state to watch anything else for fear of punching a hole through the screen.
I cannot tell you what a black mood I was in went I went to bed last night. Monday will be spent spending money on having 2 mirrors fitted to the car which were smashed off by yet another criminal. More lost income.