"Learning to live and living to learn"
Today is an important day in the electoral calendar here in the UK. I awoke early, the butterflies breakdancing in my stomach with excitement, eager to get to the polling booth. Unfortunately, however, its only local election but important if I want to ensure the bins are collected on time, the fire brigade will respond should my house burst into flames and the police should act appropriately, and with an even-hand, should someone of foreign origin, fail to stop at a red light.
I had a difficult time of it extracting Lily, (the dog who must be adored), from the folds of the duvet since she has lost all faith in the democratic process in the UK. Apparently, her view is that the current conservative parliamentary party, also known as the “Sneaky Blunders”, are no more interested in the future health, wealth and stability of the country than the cat who lives two doors down who, I am told, is a supporter of a Theocracy, which is not so surprising since she is Persian.
Anyway, I had to force her outside because I’m putting together a movie in which she is the leading role, and the polling booth is on my roster of locations. Talking of movies, the polling station at 7am was rather like a scene from the Romero’s 1978 zombie classic, “Dawn of the Dead”. A gaggle of mask wearing local poke-nosers checked me through and I cast my ballot rather like a seasoned angler casts his line, waste-deep in the cold water, hoping the fish will bite.
Which brings me to the latest barmy decision from the leader of the Sneaky Blunders. Our Prime Minister, in order to shore up his support in the local elections, decided to send gun boats to protect the fishing waters around Jersey. I really think it is time he stopped sniffing the Pritt Stick.
Let us disregard the fact that he has already seen fit to destroy whatever fishing industry we had in this country but now, it is all hands on deck and to battle stations in the English Channel. This is a good illustration of Johnson’s approach to diplomacy. I, for one, am not surprised he didn’t last 5 minutes as Foreign Secretary. I mean, what is the next step? Are we going to launch a rolling barrage along the Northern coast of France? How on earth does this help deal with a simmering conflict which, let us not forget, the Sneaky Blunders have, themselves, created.
At any moment, I hope I will awake and it will all have been a bad dream brought about by images from a 1978 horror movie.