My husband put in a request recently for me to write some more topical entries.
I like it when you write about issues. It makes me think about what my point of view is in relation.
The subtext of course being:
I’m sick of your navel gazing.
So I thought about what recent issues I could pontificate on at length here. Some that have captured my attention include:
• The recent life sentence of Frances Inglis, the mother who killed her son by heroin overdose. An act of mercy or murder?
• Ludwig Minnelli, founder of Dignitas and his vision for a humane way to leave this life
• The Hope for Haiti telethon (the tag line being – Is George Clooney positioning himself as the new Bono?)
• The dolphin killings that happen in Taiji, Japan as depicted in, The Cove
Whilst the above are all topics worthy of discussion, my attention is distracted by an omniscient presence that pervades my every thought and has done for many weeks.
January.
January as a month deserves to have a blog entry dedicated to it. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve written about my rapture for this time of year. January is a season all of its own. It’s the season of Hell.
As I wake in the morning gloom to look out the window onto another grim and cheerless day, I wonder whether this is what it might have been like to live in The Dark Ages. Certainly the pale faces squashed up tight in the airless confines of my rush-hour tube carriage, look as if they have been subjected to hours of mediaeval drudgery and hard bread that hurts your teeth.
Powerless as we are to change Mother Nature, it does beg belief that people choose this most joyless of times to practice abstinence. Detox? Are you kidding? We already have no light. Why no food and drink too?
I know I’m not alone in my January-itis. Apparently you are susceptible to this view if you are Australian*.
Despite the connotations of the term, Downunder, the country I hail from is not dark (or hairy). The quality known as light is in such abundance that sunglasses grow from our heads.
I can hear voices echo, well if you love it so much, why don't you go back? Or is that my own talking?
I’m not happy about the lack of sympathy. I probably have S.A.D. I need medical attention.
January-itis is a real thing. They dedicated an episode to it on 30 Rock. The song, A Whiter Shade of Pale was inspired by it. When Dylan Thomas wrote those oft quoted lines:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
he wasn’t writing about death. Mark my words, the man was Welsh. He was writing about January.
*Quote: If you write about January you will just sound like a moaning Australian.. Husband …(still)
