There’s an old music hall song, that was sung by Gracie Fields I think, that went something like:
“What’s the good of a birthday if you can’t have what you like?”
Paraphrasing it slightly (well, quite a bit actually) I want to ask you all:
“What’s the good of a blog, if you can’t have a good moan when you need it?“
And right now, I need to moan/vent/share my fears with you all.
Everything seems so damned toxic, whichever direction one looks in.
The terrifying coronavirus epidemic.
Bloody, stupid, wasteful Brexit.
The ever-growing polarisation in India.
I can’t even begin to highlight all the problems vexing my adopted country, India, but yesterday we had this on the streets of Delhi:
At every turn, across the globe, there seems to be racism and religion-ism and it is all unspeakably horrid.
It is all so scary and deeply worrying, from Little England to the streets of Delhi, via the horrors of a global epidemic.
So I just need to vent here, alright?
Yup, just needed to vent…a worry shared…thanks…