I took Lou back to Brighton. Just got home. We went and hung out for a moment with Tessy. Tessy is vast compared to this little black ghost that haunts me in Chelsea, although much of her bulk is fluff.
It’s barely ten and I’m already flat out in bed. Sent some work emails today, made some calls… The machine is now clicking back into gear.
The roads were dense London to Brighton and then Brighton to London. In both directions there were the drivers who try and race you. Driving home after Christmas. I always just let them win, but they often attach to me when they see me nipping through traffic. I’m just doing it for expedience, not testosterone. I’m no Andrew Tate, constantly worrying about how my behaviour affects people’s theories about the size of my penis. I had to pay attention in the outskirts of London, both ways.
Lots of driving but I’m home happy. Thankfully I had good company down and plenty to keep my mind occupied on the way up. Radio 4 played a blinder. I’ve run out of podcasts, but there were two good articles back to back and then I haven’t listened to the news for ages so I was very happy to hear about how the chinless eejit Mark Rylance plays in “Don’t Look Up” is currently behaving as if people in this country give a fuck about his awfully informed opinions. He will make waves, just because he has a platform (on fire, but he bought it). But this noise is in the same vein as “they’re eating the dogs, they’re eating the cats, they’re eating the pets… of the people that live there.“
My dad said, before the internet, that people are getting dumber and dumber as information is getting easier and easier to share. I don’t know if we can get much dumber without just toasting ourselves. The whole “where are the great statesmen?” thing has been replaced by “I wonder if we can find a leader who is smarter than a dead fish.” I wonder if we will hit peak stupid? Not any time soon, when the shouting Wotsit blunders back into The White House in two weeks, with the likes of chinless cheerleading for him, and nothing but a gaping yes man our side of the pond, one with no courage and no convictions, who also happens to be politically different to the orange one, and thus will come under fire. Justin Trudeau got squeezed out by tariffs. Things are gonna get really fucking nasty. Like actually nasty. Chinlessness will be celebrated. Notional penis swinging will come back into fashion. Oh god.
So we have to build the light, protect it, keep it fed. I’m a bit tired right now, but I’m up for being part of it. Gotta pull back before springing forward, etc etc.
Early bed.
I’ll miss Lou and her silly musical kids show.
I’ll enjoy being here on my own too though. Just have to keep it positive.
AlBarclay 