March 2008 Archives

RECENTLY I went to Sunday Mass at a church other than my usual one – a so-called family service, starting at 10.30am, rather than my customary 6.30pm one.
Children are encouraged to attend these mid-morning Masses.
I didn’t think I’d mind that – but actually I ended up minding very much...

WHAT a sad little world of petty prohibition and small ambition is government at both national and local levels.
After the vindictive ban on smoking in bars, restaurants and all workplaces, along comes the next target – the handy plastic bags given away by supermarkets.
Warren Bradley, leader of the phenomenally under-achieving Liverpool City Council, is the latest tin-pot politician to call on retailers to start charging for placcy bags.

EVEN in bizarre and eccentric New Brighton – where I usually feel at my happiest – things have been, as Prince Harry would put it, “pretty poo� recently.
The cold, damp weather hasn’t helped, but also the resort is at its lowest ebb, prior to the imminent regeneration.
Almost everything in New Brighton and Wallasey is run in a half-hearted way just now.

I KNOW, I know, I know…
I’ve not been posting as often as I used to – and certain types of people are missing my missives.
Certain types of intelligent people who read this blog regularly see it as a refreshing antidote to all the false imperatives of our sick and stressed society.
And they need me to speak up for them – these beloved people of the modern era; these people who know in their hearts that things are going badly wrong and that truth and beauty are being abandoned.