This is a sort of proof of continued existence, a coming up for air ….. The blog has been neglected for some time back home in “the not a kick in the arse off of Munich”, the land where rich Germans complain about the Greeks stealing their money, while contemplating how to get theirs out of the county should the € come tumbling down.
In England for the time being and it was my intention originally to be here for three months. How long I will be here, however, will depend on an interview tomorrow. “England” a sort of heads stuck in the sand place, but is that really ever any different elsewhere? Still, here it is sort of accentuated; worst weather just about on the planet, overpriced cakes and coffee, and everything else, a very crude manufacturing of consent industry, which seems to appeal to all common denominators, … hate to think what it is going to be like here should we experience the unlikely event of England winning the European Championship. Is Germany better? Well yes, and we will have the “Hurra-Patriotismus” should Germany win the tournament, but it will all die down after a day or so and the more serious business of working and getting on with your lives will take over. The respite will hardly be noticed. On the other hand, the land of hope and gory will be on a jingoistic role which will take them into the Olympics and beyond.
The rain has subsided for the time being in Sheffield, the cafe in the Showroom cinema offers cake and coffee for three pounds twenty-five. A sort of offer and the assumption has to be that, in a city where 40% of the population is unemployed or underemployed and another 40% are hovering around the minimum wage, coffee and cake is a wee bit of a luxury. Still, not to worry, there is always the hasbara BBC, the English national football team and, of course, the royal family. Help, stop the planet, I want to get off!