Here’s a scenario for you all to consider. I’ve criticised my current Audible read in a previous entry, but it does provoke some thought.
The woman, originally from the C20th, has been transported (somehow) to the C18th. The man is, and always has been, of the C18th. The tale is set in the C18th, when they are also married to each other. Bear with it.
They’re having a row. She snaps at him, “why d’you always want to behave like bloody John Wayne?” Obviously, the response in “who’s John Wayne?”
Think about it. To try to explain movie star, you first have to explain movie. You probably then need to go back to still photography, how an image can make its way onto a piece of film…
A friend of mine happened to mention that her mother-in law was 87, was in a nursing home with dementia, and was diabetic. She likes chocolate cake, so my friend and her husband take some over to her when they visit.
I can fully go along with that. At that age, and with the other things going wrong, I too would place her pleasure ahead of her sugar levels.
I happened to mention that a few of the stroke survivors I’ve seen have been smokers. I just shrug my shoulders at this, for exactly the same reason. Whatever gets you through the night. Having a stroke is a shitty experience, more often than not you’re left disabled, so if you can derive some pleasure from smoking a cigarette, go for it.
Interestingly enough, my friend disagreed. I mention it because it made me think – exactly how did she see that giving somebody chocolate cake (known to be bad for them) was different to somebody smoking (also known to be bad)? It seems to me that you’re storing up long-term issues for a short-term gain.
I do like this friend but sometimes they say something which surprises me. None of us is immortal and I do think that there comes a time when it is appropriate to give up on life.
I must admit I can generally be quite immune to things like Poppy Day. There is a certain insincerity about a politician who, in one breath, says “we will remember the fallen” and who, in the next breath, is ordering troops to drop bombs on people. The single most important lesson we must take from conflicts is that we should avoid the failure of dialogue, where we can, to prevent this sacrifice from ever being required again, and frankly, I think some politicians have trouble with that “where we can” bit. They’re far too willing to give up on dialogue in favour of force, especially now that we (the western powers) have the means to fight wars remotely, such that the public don’t experience the horror of war.
Anyway, I saw this clip on social media – I’ll post the link to Facebook but I’ve managed to download a copy of the video and upload it to my blog, just in case. This is obviously as we are coming up to the 75th anniversary of the Normandy Landings. I used to visit the Normandy a lot and know the debarquement beaches very well, including the serenity of these cemeteries. Listen to the May birds singing in this video. The caption alongside the video reads:
Veteran Alan King, East Riding Yeomanry, at the grave of his friend Louis Wilkes, who he carried from his Tank after Louis had been hit in the head by a sniper. He could not save him. Never Forget.
This sums it all up for me. No politicians with crocodile tears, no cenotaph, no world leaders, no tv cameras, just a guy paying his respects to his comrade.