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Scotland remained in the UK, for now. It doesn’t really matter. We’ll all be Chinese in five years time.
I for one welcome our Chinese overlords.
Take that Russell Brand, the Scottish proved that voting can very nearly change something. So.. you see… yes.
Part of me wanted the Scots to make this leap into the dark and another part of me doesn’t really like the idea of nationalism and the shop-window dressing we create to pretend that one set of human beings is really any different to another. I can see why the head ruled the heart or fear overwhelmed hope. But I’d prefer to be a citizen of the world than a citizen of England. But then I do live in England and English people are pricks. I think in a couple of hundred years the notions of Scottish, English and especially Welsh might be looked at like we view the Prussians or the Ottomans or the Welsh (oh no, apparently they’re still going). Either because the world will be as one and we’ll all live in peace, or we’ll be back to existing as tribes, fighting off the zombies.
I propose, to be fair, that Scotland should now work on a rota. It’s part of the UK for 55 days, but then independent for the next 45 and so on. Or, to make things a bit more palatable for the million and a half people who voted to go it alone, we could at least try and improve our shitty political system so it’s a bit more fair and democratic and have a system that makes 85% or more of the electorate turn up to vote. Maybe just every election has one massively important question attached to it.
We live in interesting times. Which is a bad thing. The tsunami of history could swallow us all. Let’s try and put up a few sandbags to keep it at bay.
I am still on holiday as far as I am concerned (even though I do have to get on with my new script very soon - the disappointment of the last few and the play have made it hard for me to build up enthusiasm, but I guess I have to press onwards or just give in). We went out for a very enjoyable pub lunch in Gospel Oak today. I had a pint of bitter and a really brilliant steak and chips. I realised that much of my success with my diet (and I still haven’t shed the holiday weight) is down to not really having gone out very much. But an occasional blow out like this is extremely pleasurable. It’s probably a lot more pleasurable if you don’t do it too often. An afternoon pint felt very decadent. But it did derail plans to head on to the British Museum. Tiredness overwhelmed us again and we just went home to watch, as it turned out “Olympus Has Fallen†on Netflix. I felt that it was quite an unrealistic film. But so stupid it was almost enjoyable. I wished that it had ended with the whole of the US destroyed by nuclear weapons but (spoiler alert) it doesn’t. The exciting denouement is Gerald Butler entering quite a long and complicated code. The main jeopardy of which was whether he’d know how to make a hashtag on this unfamiliar keyboard (which was, I will concede an amusing touch).
I still haven’t got back on to an even keel of sleep after the holidays and was quite shocked to realise that we’ve been back in the UK for about ten days now. It really felt like we’d only been home since the beginning of the week. It’s passed in a real blur. Days don’t seem to have enough hours in them, but the nights go on forever. I really like sleeping and am usually great at it, so I hope that ability will soon return.
Sad to see Phones 4U go down, not least because they were the 3-2-1 of the 21st Century with their truly awful hand signal in their old ad. But also amazed to see that they failed to foresee their own demise, given they had access to the Back to the Future Delorean, as I discussed last month.
At least the Carphone Warehouse is safe. We'll always need carphones.
