What's on your mind, kiddo?
It has been too fucking cold recently. I live in the UK - we invented crappy weather, yet I still can't get used to it. I'm fair-skinned, built for a mild climate. To me, mild means in-between extremes. I used to live on the East Coast of America. They knew how to do cold. I'd go for walks, and feel like the tin-man with no oil in his knee joints. When I left, I thought I was saying goodbye to weather that permeated your cartilage, but it has found me.
But it's not just the weather...
Seems more and more, I have trouble reconciling with my homeland. Part of it must surely be attributed to growing older- the distaste for modern culture (although I think I always had that), the frustration with my nation's charateristic traits, but most worryingly, it's politics that keeps reminding me that I'm unlikely to settle in the land where I first dropped unceremoniously, umbelical chord and all.
Spending most of my life in a cocoon of self-absorption, I've been neglecting to dip my toe in the surrounding waters to guage the climate. In other words, I consider myself fairly ignorant, politically. However, this is an attitude I will probably always have. I think the desire to improve oneself is very working-class, and healthy to a point: surely those who aren't confused have no idea what's going on? But I make an effort to read, and the more I read, the more I fear. Is it any wonder my parent's banned newspapers in the family household many years ago...
ID cards scare the shit out of me, and I have no idea what to do about it. Am I missing the marches? Should I write to my MP? I'm still scratching the surface of what it means to be a pro-active number on the electoral roll. At least four generations of my family, and I am the only one to have even considered entering higher education. Wasn't Labour supposed to fight for me?
Seems no-one's willing to call themselves Spartacus anymore.
But it's not just the weather...
Seems more and more, I have trouble reconciling with my homeland. Part of it must surely be attributed to growing older- the distaste for modern culture (although I think I always had that), the frustration with my nation's charateristic traits, but most worryingly, it's politics that keeps reminding me that I'm unlikely to settle in the land where I first dropped unceremoniously, umbelical chord and all.
Spending most of my life in a cocoon of self-absorption, I've been neglecting to dip my toe in the surrounding waters to guage the climate. In other words, I consider myself fairly ignorant, politically. However, this is an attitude I will probably always have. I think the desire to improve oneself is very working-class, and healthy to a point: surely those who aren't confused have no idea what's going on? But I make an effort to read, and the more I read, the more I fear. Is it any wonder my parent's banned newspapers in the family household many years ago...
ID cards scare the shit out of me, and I have no idea what to do about it. Am I missing the marches? Should I write to my MP? I'm still scratching the surface of what it means to be a pro-active number on the electoral roll. At least four generations of my family, and I am the only one to have even considered entering higher education. Wasn't Labour supposed to fight for me?
Seems no-one's willing to call themselves Spartacus anymore.