Bonzo the prophetic dog

Huge fan of Vivian Stanshall that I am, one is oft apt to read through some of his lyrics, and by crickey I think the Bonzo Dog band summed me up with their ditty “I’m bored“.

Indeed, it has recently been noted that I lack passion, zeal, enthusiasm for anything much. Whilst I point out that I do enjoy a good play or hacking jacket by and large they are right. I think almost 20 years in psychiatry has dulled the senses somewhat.

A young lady telephoned me today seeing if one would be interested in a job working with eating disordered clients. I think she too felt the full force on my apathy.

“Well darling, it’s an impossible job as most of them die anyway” was my reply. Also the money was abysmal. The private sector hasn’t got a clue when it comes to wages.


Everyday is like Saturday

I’m not religious at all. I think it’s all a load of gump. However, one thing I do miss is the quiet Sunday’s we had. Do you remember when everything was shut on Sunday? It was boring as a child I suppose, but was it? Is there really any joy from 24 hour shopping? Is MDF so utterly compelling and fashion so riveting that we have to look at it 7 days a week?
I’d love a day free from commercialism. Consumerism is so utterly inane it drives me quite mad at times.
Mobile phones for example, I have an 11 year old model. I can phone people up and send text messages if I so wish. Homeless people laugh at my phone. Women and those under 40 laugh at my phone. The thing is, they get these gizmos that can send pictures, chat on-line and listen to music. Wow.
I don’t mind facebook. But bear in my mind my last ‘update’ was the word ‘pah’.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to just stop buying shit we don’t need for a day? Or even going without something. Imagine running out of milk. Or sugar or bread. So what? Is your head going to fall off?