Sunday, 4 October 2015
I failed to cross the threshold till dusk was falling tonight. Not for the first time my Sunday has not been what I wished it to be! The sun shone brightly outside but foolishly I watched mediocre football instead of striding around in possibly the last sun of the year. Ah well walking in the cool of the day when few people pass by is a good thing. The gray like sky was blue when I shut the door but darkening by the minute as I caught the trailers of people rushing for late holidays in the sun or heading back home for work in Edinburgh or Belfast tomorrow. Flying in the dark is not as much fun as in the day, I like to watch the earth pass me by way down below.
I awoke to a man chattering on about writing letters. The thrust of his chatter concerned people no longer scrawling words onto paper and sending the epistle in an envelope to a recipient and how awful this is. Today we send e-mails or even texts, those can can work text or understand text speak that is, and for many this is now a crime. No more heartless informal e-mails they cry, get a pen and write it all down.
Indeed receiving a letter though the post is a great joy, I received one myself only the other day and after carefully steaming open the letter, reading how much they wished me to pay, I resealed it and wrote "Not Known" on the front and sent it back. Receiving a letter is always a good thing if from a friend or if it contains something of value. However since the telephone became popular in the late 60's and commonplace by the 70's and with the mobile phone that doubles as a computer writing letters is a needless action much of the time. People can speak via the phone or text/send e-mail or just ignore you as they do me. The requirement to sit down and cogitate on a letter no longer exists.
When a postman I reckoned one day I had three 'letters' to deliver, all the rest were routine stuff, bills, banks, birthday cards etc, as these need papers copies or contain gifts, letters as such are overtaken by e-mail.
I like letters but I prefer e-mail as it is quicker, cheaper and gets a quick answer, usually! However if any young woman wishes to write to me in a perfumed £20 note please note I am willing to rush downstairs and collect it when the postie gets here!
You will have noticed how the world is laughing at England just now. The imperialists considered this was their world cup and took it for granted they would win it. The bombast over playing Wales fell flat when the Welsh stuffed them good. Murmurings were heard everywhere as this was not supposed to happen. It wasn't in the script prepared by the media and the people. The build up to the game with Australia is best summed up by 'The Sun.'
Naturally the Aussies stuffed them and stuffed them right good at that! How the tears flowed! Now when your side loses a big game it does hurt however when you for reasons unknown believe you will win and believe you are better than all the others in spite of the facts to watch your suffering becomes a delight to those trampled by your imperialism in days gone by, such as yesterday! How the English cannot believe they have lost, how they weep and wail, how the search for scapegoats and demand hanging is brought back. The fact is it is only rugby and not that important, but it is good to see them suffer, not that I enjoy this in any way whatsoever.