November/December 2007
Halloween seems a million years ago - the first months of autumn are fabulous - smoky smells, candlelight, the nights' drawing in'. Jams, pickles, cider, homemade beer and rosehip wine. Confident that the winter won't be that bad or that long.
Happy days.
.....It’s more than a year and a half since we left the bright, warm sanctuary of the Emirates for the dark fridge-freezer known as
You’d think we had emigrated to Eastern Europe in the 1970’s, except there’s more inane advertising, trilling mobile phones, soaps, porn, celebrity obsession and dumb American films. I know I’ve made some fairly rash comments about how great British telly is, but 18 months in and we’ve caught up with eleven years worth of repeats and the pleasures of Dog Borstal and Have I Got News for You are beginning to pall.
This winter, while much less rainy than the appalling summer and quite sunny at times, has also been bitterly cold some weeks. Then our house plunges into sub-zero temperatures the minute the central heating is off – so we switch it off for two hours and hop about in scarves until we can take it no more. For Christmas, Sarah kindly bought me royal blue thermal underwear and another for herself to make ‘working from home’ more bearable.
But on the bright side….
We have had a gas fire put installed in the living room so the children don’t have to cling to the radiator in the evenings. This made Christmas really cosy and we watched lots of rubbish and poisoned ourselves with chocolate, food and drink in an orange tinselly haze. And it was great having a real Christmas holiday and the excuse to over-indulge. On Boxing Day morning at the in-laws I walked miles into Savernake
Workwise, Sarah is now doing three jobs – at Bath Uni, at
We spent New Year in
playing parlour games and drinking wine. I disgraced myself by falling asleep on the sofa at ten minutes past midnight. It was impossible to shift my snoring bulk despite the combined efforts of the family so there I stayed until I woke up at 3am, alone, hungover and in the dark - covered in a blanket like a tramp under the arches. Altogether a delightful start to the year.
Other news? Tom is going sub-teenager: subtly intransigent, sarcastic and weird, or annoying, or both. Actually he’s great, but just tries to wear down those who oppose his desire for continuous self-gratification. It is a great burden being aspirational parents - we try to foist self-improving activities on our children rather
than allow them 24 hour access to shoot-em-up Star Wars games and CBBC. Radio 3 blares out educationally as Isobel dresses her Bratz © doll in the latest prostitute outfit. After evening screenings they have to discuss Buster Keaton’s contribution to the silent comedy oeuvre before we can slump in front of a violent, sexist Bond film. Isobel enjoys doing a seductive dance to accompany the nude female silhouettes pirouetting on the barrel of a Walter PKK pistol during the credits. Isobel turned seven this week and we had a swimming pool party - very Al Ainesque (except Trowbridge pool isn't quite the Intercon).
Now to the embarrassing review of my predictions for 2007, most of which were wrong…
In 2007….
1)
2) Castro dies and Cuba changes quickly towards becoming US `first choice for senior citizen dance classes, cigars and (within five years) prostitutes, crack and casinos. Your last chance to sample socialist paradise. South America builds coalitions with Africa, China etc against US interests. No, Castro is alive if not well. (0)
3)
4) El Nino hammers Central America and
5) US and
6) Electronic books hit the market – Perspex sheets that can be folded in your pocket display print–style pages that rearrange as you change/download page. Like a PDF on plastic that doesn’t cause eye-strain. No.
7) Bombs in
8) Blair suffers health problems and leaves with tail between his legs over
9) As Nostradus predicted in the Fifth Night of Darkness a huge dragon shall descend in the East breathing fire and leprous fumes. Mel Gibson is booed at the Oscars. Kate Moss falls from a balcony at a party and breaks her back while her husband Pete Doherty goes to another party. Prince William whacks a photographer. No. (0)
10) A huge ice sheet drops into the ocean in
= 2/10 rubbish!
For 2008.
1) Recession for the
2) Close race for White House. Hillary will beat Obama but lose narrowly to McCain who will be dogged by poor health as President.
3) Electronic tagging offered for your children (in case of kidnapping etc). Like dogs, prisoners and children will be the first to get the rice sized micro transmitters that one day (within two decades) everyone will have in the earlobes and which will double up as mobile phones/communication devices/ personal PCs.
4) More wierd weather – very cold weather hits Europe in the winter and more floods in
5)
6) Britney Spears is committed. Andy Kershaw is released from prison and goes teetotal.
7) Mugabi replaced as ZANU leader. (I can’t believe he’s still there)
8) Oil falls to 80 dollars as world recession hits.
9) Flares and handlebar moustaches are back. The spirit of 68 and a whiff of revolution in the air.
10)
Post your predictions in comments below folks. Have a great 2008!

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