It's been a wonderful weekend.
Great for football, the tension building in the Premiership is fantastic! Scary
but exciting.... who knows what will happen! And tomorrow I go to Highbury to
cheer my lads on for another Champions League Lovely I pray!
Today was when I felt myself have a
little slide into the blues. And no, this is not a Chelsea moment. I haven't
lost the plot. I know I never use blue but it's representative of the little low
I hit today. For the first time in the best part of some months now I decided to
watch the news earlier today. I switched it on and the very first story was
about two people's bodies they found washed up after jumping from a bridge. They
saw on the cctv camera one body leave the side, followed 8 seconds later by
another. Then came the horrendous fact that it was a mother and her eleven year
old child. The son was apparently autistic and she was suffering with
depression.
I feel like that news hit a raw
nerve. I realised why, for some time now I've been sticking my head in the sand
by choosing to not watch the news and not listen to the radio. I guess I've been
hibernating. And feeling terribly guilty for it. Feeling helpless when I hear
these torturous stories about the people, the politics, the wars and general
state of people's lives in this world. The morbid fascination the public has
with celebrity armpit hair, "Hello" weddings, extra marital affairs and crazy
diets. The monstrous big brother style "reality" television programmes,
Pop Idol shows, crap, cheap, vulgar and misogynistic shite spouting rappers that
are living in the dark ages. People's general lack of Love and respect for each
other..... Come on, "Get Rich or Die Trying" kids....if you're really lucky and
stupid enough you can go and be hideously exploited by some voyeuristic, vulture
like tv producers and newspapers waiting to make a few quid out of you exposing
your wares and lack of intelligence for the pleasure of the general miserable
public who have nothing better to do with their time than sit in front of the
box being brainwashed. Nah, it ain't for me.
