Beauty, love, ugliness and pain

By Steve Regan on Aug 6, 09 11:18 PM

I'M MORE of an Old Softy than I thought...

'Cos I cried tears of joy the other morning when I heard Barry White singing "Love You Just The Way You Are" on Smooth FM.

It's such a flawless love song, and describes perfectly my feelings for Posh Boots.

Grrrreat version by Big Bazza (RIP). I cranked up the volume as soon as it came on.

And top class poetic song-writing by Billy Joel. Credit where it's due.

Sometimes ... life is unspeakably beautiful. Don't go changin' ...

Continue reading for something ugly...

Something ugly ... last Tuesday ... the sight of under-employed, loafing bizzies, handing out liberal-fascist propoganda from the State in the mega-depressed "shopping centre" of Wallasey, Liscard.

Their message... "Ooooh, count your units, people; drinking alcohol is bad."

Get Stuffed, Merseyside Police. Is this what I pay my taxes for?

It's bad enough having the cops - and the despicable "Death Star" that is Wirral Council -spying on law-abiding citizens with their CCTV cameras.

Now the bizzies are joining partnership organisations such as the Health Nazis of the modern NHS to stigmatise alcohol consumption. LIke all fascistic movements they start with one prohibition and move on to the next.

They've already stopped us smoking in pubs and workplaces. Now they're out to close down pubs, and they're busy banning booze in outdoor public places (effectively a prohibition on picnics!).

These people won't be satisfied until all of us are kept always at home, miserable and deumanised...

... with BIg Sister, Harriet Harman, watching our every move on compulsory CCTV fitted into every home.

The vile future that George Orwell outlined in his novel 1984 is nearly here. We are sleepwalking into disaster...
.....

Something beautiful but painful ...

The landscape around Capel Curig and Glyder Fach, where I climbed and scrambled and fell several times on my arse on Wednesay in company with the poet Ieuan Cilgwri and the singer Matt Reekie.

I used muscles I didn't know I had while clinging onto rocks. Only panicked a few times, but then again I am a big Mary-Helen when it comes to yomping across mountains.

The two pints of Draught Bass I had at the end of the day hardly touched the sides as they went down my screech.

Such pain - yet amid the sort of uplifing uplands that can never be mapped into abstraction...