Today is grey, not raining just dull, no light at all. I had to switch the radio off this morning. Nine/eleven.. Non stop.
Yes it was a bad hit. We should, after ten years, have got over it. Learnt the lessons and got on with life. It affected maybe one percent of the population, probably far less. The rest were mere bystanders. Gawkers! Watching the horror unfold on a wee flickering screen.
I was a mile from the middle of Manchester in an era when the US populace of Boston and the dumb cluck faction of the populace of New York were busy throwing money at the Republican Irish. They financed the bomb that destroyed the Arndale Centre. I never knew nor cared where the next one would be planted but did know that both Americans and Arabs were paying. Misguided they were.
A quiet dignified remembrance service for those directly affected is what is required not jingoism. I don’t hate nationalities. The Muslim, Islam, Christian is not out to get me but dumb chauvinists are and if they are not, they are annoying and need a good slap.
Grow up America and grieve with your Gods and my blessing. Remember you have, as a disparate republic, only experienced four humiliations…………Majabigwaduce…Our fault…..Pearl Harbour…..The Japanese fault, Vietnam………Your fault……and the World Trade Centre….History will decide. Not a bad record for a country only two hundred and a bit years old.
Call a man a devil and a devil he will surely become. Look to yourselves for the solution.
Those of you in the world who don’t start looking outwards and not inwards are destined to failure. There is fun to be had in Yemen, Florida, Brazil and Europe. Maybe in Australia and New Zealand? I’ll reserve judgement on these and South Africa till the Rugby World Cup is over…………….
Today we went down to the village of Coxwold…………….The best kept village in the whole wide world. People live there but it isn’t alive. I have driven through it three times and thought………….wonderful!…….. Here it is. Very tidy! Wonderfully tidy!
A Pub……..No! I doubt it would let me in never mind the dogs. The Village shop which lies behind this hostelry sells all sorts of things. Even the Daily Telegraph. I couldn’t buy one………I did enquire after the reason. Thought they may be printed on special paper… No sir…….We only get papers to order………I ordered and paid for… The Sunday Sport. It can only improve the ambience of the place. They sell Whisky and Gin in half bottles. The economy must be really bad. Like going to Toxteth but posh.
I was going to title this post ‘OLD’. every other house is prefixed with ‘OLD’. The Old School, The Old Consulting Room, The Old Forge, The Old Chapel, The Old Library, The Old STD Clinic………I did invent the last one….. The place is just a laugh a minute.
This I hope is St Michaels parish church……..Not a bad edifice but not brilliant. The right hand side would have been lovely……….the Victorian extension. What I presume it is, is a bit naff. The village is of two halves late sixteen hundreds and late eighteen hundreds.
Tomorrow is a new day…………it will be a good one!