Monthly Archives: April 2020

If it won’t last forever, then what

Coronavirus must have a lifespan. It can’t last forever.

However, its consequences could be far-reaching. We cannot go back to how things were,  with an endless fixation on economic growth in the Western World. The planet will not sustain it, and we shall all be plunged into catastrophe on a biblical scale.

Don’t just take my word for it. There are plenty of others who think the same way.

Thankfully, we have begun to rely less on fossil fuels, which must run out sometime, and we have seen that a sense of community – rather than the sense of ‘me’ – has taken hold, at least in the UK.

All this leads me to believe that we shall emerge from this so-called ‘crisis’ in better shape to deal with the future than we were before it emerged.

I hope so, anyway. But if the politicians in suits are left to their own pocket-lining devices, I doubt it. Their outlook and beliefs will last forever.

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A blessing in disguise

If there is one benefit the Coronavirus pandemic – and the subsequent lockdown – has granted us, it is that of isolation.

It has allowed us occasional bloggers some time. So we are able to say what we like, when we like. Which can’t be a bad thing.

At present, the important thing seems to be the daily Downing Street briefing which – in the absence of the Prime Minister – seems to be performed by any minister who happens to be handy. Hancock one day; Raab the next; Sunak on another. What are the Foreign Secretary and the Chancellor doing there?

So far, we’ve only seen Priti Patel, the Home Secretary, once at the time of writing this.

Coincidence? I doubt it. Patel did once said that all immigrants should be sent home, unless they could earn a decent wage within a week or so. Not for nothing has she been described as the Mistress of Smirk. She constantly seems to have an expression on her face that seems to say: Look at me. I’m in the Cabinet and you’re not.

At this rate, there will be a vacuum of power at the top of the Tory party, and we shall see a new leader of that odious bunch of self-regarding twats sitting round the Cabinet table.

What a blessing that would be. So long as it’s not Gove.

A game that’s been rotting for ages

Footballers seem to be getting it in the neck during these coronavirus days. Some are prepared to take a wage cut; others aren’t.

When some of them earn (?get?) as much in a week as some people get in a lifetime, it’s hardly surprising there’s a difference of opinion.

But what does anyone say about the poor supporter? Nothing much. At least, nothing much that’s worth listening to.

There are 22 players on the pitch, trying to win a game between 11 and 11. And there’s a referee and at least two other ‘officials’. Yet there could be as many as 55,000 watching on from the stands, and no one seems to listen to them.

Footballers are both sportsmen and entertainers. But to be paid what they are to entertain as many as 55,000 is absurd. It’s out of all proportion. A man or boy on the terraces can only dream of the riches afforded to one of his favourite players. Yet he – or even she – gets no voice at all.

It has ever been thus, sadly. Footballers have always been heroes, doing something that the rest of us wish we could do.

But surely, in these straightened times, the players could remember what they are doing? Playing a game so that others can watch them, not taking home wads of cash for a comparatively easy week’s work. They should think about what it must be like to be a toolmaker, or to work on a production line doing the same thing hour after hour.

Then, perhaps, we might see something that hasn’t been rotted by money, and a game that is played for its own sake not for wads of cash.

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