RELIEF AFTER CHRISTMAS day.

So another year is drawing to a close and forgetting current world political situation for a moment, I wonder what next year is going to bring? 2025 those four little numbers all add up to nine (9) and with this numeral comes change, endings and change. This in turn heralds new growth, small flowers sticking their heads through the soil and precious blossoms too. Some may be of flesh and blood like you and me. Many will inevitably be stepped upon by careless and uncaring feet, screaming as they die. Others will become mighty and strong and grow forth with many branches upon which the birds of the sky will take roost and animals small and large will take shelter from the storm. Others will grow up great and show kindness to their fellows, providing shelter for the shelterless. Shelter from the storm.

This last Christmas was largely spent helping others, taking people to a community meal and enjoying a common meal together. Then it was going home and coming down with some bug. My back was not happy either, after wrestling a wheelchair into the back of the car. Not even a warm bath fixed that and it is till a little tricky now. So no gym until it has mended itself, or at least not on the weights. Sitting around and being sedentary is not really my kind of thing and there is plenty to do tomorrow. Except that is in Swindon , which is a dreadful place, if you don’t like Swindon that is. People who live in Swindon may well think Swindon is a shit hole too, like I think Oxford is largely a shit hole with some nice buildings thrown in for good measure. Glitter on shit does not mean the shit is no longer shit, it is just shit with glitter on it. Keir Starmer and the rest of that rotten shower, in case you are wondering are – just shit.

When all is said and done, what matters the most is can you look yourself in the mirror and say did I do enough? Did I work hard enough? Did I lead as decent and proper a life as can be expected of a Human Being? The simple truth is: We could all have done better, we could all perhaps have stretched our arm that little but more to help save the drowning refugee, but was that refugee reaching out as far as he could have done? Was walking away from that argument the more sensible thing to have done? Or was telling your old friend to not speak like that to his girlfriend? Either way it did me a favour, I don’t miss his dubious company and I have gained a new friend in the process. ( kick me if I am wrong here x) The day after Christmas at least over here is known as Boxing Day, its when we go and slap each other around the ears and cause ruptured myringas and local discord and keeps ear doctors in clover for the next year. Actually its the day when we leave a gift (Or box) out for the postman, milkman and others who provide our daily door to door services as well as those who are less well off than ourselves. Well I have fuck all, apart from a clowder of cats, some books and a pile of paintings, so I leave these great comforts, drive for bloody miles and go to see family in deepest darkest Hampshire instead. You see St. Stephens day as it is otherwise known, is now regarded as an extension of Christmas day and the postman and bin men are no longer allowed to accept gratuities. Plus it is right and proper to go see people you might not otherwise see the rest of the year.

Times change, attitudes change, people die, things break. In fact the only certainty we have is change, that and taxes. If you wish to see change in the universe or here on earth, then start with yourself. reject the lies of politicians, kick out the television and mainstream media, reject junk food and alcohol. Embrace love, nature and if you want to call it that; God. My God plays music, writes songs and sings, she makes people get up and dance. He paints and writes, creating beautiful works of art and literature and other stuff too. Never does my God war on his brother, demand hatred, intolerance bigotry, slavery or subservience. My God has a sense of humour, after all just look at the Platypus. Whether God exists or not, I do not know, but I do know, not much stands up without evidence and everything else is just an extension of the Human spirit and its creative self expression. As for the Platypus, that is Australia for you.