Shortly, I’d like to mention that I’m on a bit of a sabbatical since Sunday. I won’t go much further into it, but will instead go off on a bit off a tangent about things I have learned between 7am and the very moment I type this (so the fact that I recently discovered that the 170 bus goes all the way to Roehampton won’t play any part, unfortunately).
Firstly, that Erdogan is hilariously backward,
but we knew that already. That ridiculous things happen even at places like Oxford (this abortion debate business); and that once again ones (conservative-)liberal values are forced to somehow clash with the rest of ones values because everyone’s a monger nowadays (even, thankfully, the Spectator) – but that I truly thought a little higher of society and its tastes. That there are a bunch of fun things one can do to make ones house smell Christmassy – even in November, when nothing’s supposed to smell Christmassy. That even if I’m a terrible grump denouncing this far-too-early Christmas spirit, here’s a nice little compilation of Christmas markets and fairs (sorry, not sorry) happening around here. And, that even if there are lots of wonderful fairs in London, let’s not forget that it appears to be a horrible world out there (an unarmed teenager! 3 blacks and 9 whites! It reads like they’re asking for riots, surely – whatever the details of the case; which I’m embarrassed to say I’m not far too familiar with). Being a pacifist myself, I still cannot fathom how there’s a shock whenever a riot breaks out over something like this. I didn’t know the godawful Bono/Geldof-promoted/ing Do They Know It’s Christmas? is about to get an even more godawful remix by David Guetta (let me reach for the nearest bag, bin, or bucket) and I didn’t know that William Whitaker’s partner is Swedish. I didn’t know that 110 people control 35% of Russia’s wealth (It’s in the Economist; but can that even be correct?!) and that I’ve still got the vague remains of an artistic talent left in me.