OK, stop right there. I know. Two entries in two days - utterly unsustainable. I am under no illusion that I am simply setting myself up for future failure.Nevertheless, I feel the need to talk some more about the weather and say some normal, comforting things that we say at times like this.
I find the emotions surrounding snow to be quite interesting. When the first flakes fall, there is a tingling feeling of magic, followed by a period of calculation as to whether the fall will be significant enough to have a real impact on the way we live the next few hours or days.
I must confess, when this February snow started to fall, I thought it would be gone in minutes rather than hours. I never even considered the possibility of days.
It was when the snow returned yesterday - snow on the still lying snow of the day before - that I realised it could prove tricky. I was on my way home from playing at a wedding and I noticed it snowing so heavily that visibility was vastly reduced. Snow near the centre of Newcastle usually indicates very serious snow up in the hills around Stanley.
I got home in just over three hours, for a journey that usually takes about 25mins. Fiona was not so lucky, and had to park her car and walk the last couple of miles.
Now we are in that curiously safe position of being “snowed in”. It’s great, as long as the power holds and the internet stays working. Snow has stopped the satellite TV from working, but otherwise we are happily trapped.
Fiona gets to spend a guilty day away from work and I look forward to a quiet day, without visitors, free to work hard. Yeah, right. :)
Yes, I know. I know I know I know. And I’m sorry. More to me than you.
You’ve been checking every day and I didn’t write a thing.
It’s like this. First, I’m busy that day and so obviously can’t write anything. Then I worry about the serious/political views expressed in the previous entries and wonder whether my normal level of wibble would be too much of a contrast. I mean, some people might actually think that I am a serious minded sort of person with views, and everything.
Obviously, I do have views, but not always that serious. But even that is not true. I have loads of serious views, but they are relieved by periods of considerable insanity. I prefer to think of this as a healthy mix, and not simply the first faltering steps on the path to insanity.
(OK, I heard that, too. Was that you, Liz? Saying: “First steps?”)
Anyway, on with the business of the day. Ah yes! Snow - On Friday - the 27th February. This charming little picture should go all nice and big if you care to click your mouse on it. The snow last night and today does not seem to be the transient thing I expected. In February I had assumed, as most of us do, that the worst of the weather was over for this year. So, here is a third day of snow to add to the other two.
OK, so now I’m just talking about the weather - a safe retreat for a British person. I’d be lying if I said it did not genuinely interest me. I wish it would be a little more extreme here. Cold winters with lots of snow, marked by warm, luxuriant summers. I’m sure there are places like that, but I don’t plan to move there. No, I prefer to hope that the climate changes to suit me better and, in the meantime, I will simply complain bitterly. It’s a formula that’s tried and tested.
There’s a boatload of work for me to do and a Wedding to play for later, so i really should get on with it. Maybe just time for the tiniest bacon sandwich first....mmmmmm.....bacon.
Oh, an explanation. The “P” rating on AndyCam refers to my current pain levels. If you don’t know what /that/ is all about, I dare you to email me and run the very real risk of not getting a reply, at least not for ages.
I’ll finish for now - but I’ll be back, and maybe sooner than you think.
Please stop thinking /that/. Darnit. I need to stop reading thoughts.
One out and out political and serious journal entry and there I go - unable to follow it with anything that seems appropriate. You’re right, of course. I’ve been dithering about what to write next.
On the Hutton front, it did occur to me that if I were the noble and fair Lord, and I had had my arm twisted to get the government off the hook, the only way I could fight back would be to make them appear so completely blameless that people had to be suspicious. Of course, he could never admit this, but I saw his downbeat demeanor and hunched shoulders, not looking at the camera. Everything I know about body language says that here is a man who is not at ease with himself. There may have been other reasons for this, but we must all draw our own conclusions. Or not.
On other, far more boring fronts, my life has, once more, entered that stage of confusion where all the various jobs I am responsible for are vying for my attention. I have to delicately juggle them and try to keep everyone happy. Not always easy. Those of you who do AndyCam will know pain levels have been high recently. This seems to be because I have a misbehaving muscle in my right leg, to add to the problems there. I am able to do most stuff, but not without cost. Appearing normal is sometimes the hardest thing. I’ve probably blown that, because a client will find their way here sooner or later - but never mind. I’ll deal with that as and when I have to.
It’s impossible to imagine that I could say anything on this subject which has not already been said, and I should admit that I am not in possession of all the facts (who is?), but I felt the need to publicly register a couple of thoughts.
The first is this. In a dispute of this kind between two parties, in this case the BBC and the government, it is my experience that one party is never wholly right, and the other wholly wrong. There is always some degree of balance required when attempting to extract the truth.
It is for this reason alone that I find it wholly remarkable that the heretofore unchallenged fairness of Lord Hutton found that the entirety of the wrongdoing was the responsibility of the BBC and, perhaps, to a small degree the Ministry of Defence.
It is my belief that the Government might have to forgive the British public for smelling a rat, even if there isn’t one. This is only one part of a story that also sees us feeling manipulated into war with Iraq by what appears to be a bogus claim about them possessing active stockpiles of weapons of mass destruction.
It seems to me that the Labour party, who have been so good at spinning stories in the past are now unable to appear convincing when they smile and say “Trust Us”. Even with the kind words of the Noble Lord and with countless technical victories, I remain unsettled and saddened by a Government who took us into war as the aggressor, based on flawed intelligence.
I am not a pacifist, not by a long way. We must defend our country when it is under threat, of course we must - but if this aggressive and bullying stance represents Britain in the 21st Century, then I am not sure how proud I am to be British.