27 Apr 2011

"There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again"

It must be me, I seem to be the only person able to stand here and say that I wholeheartedly do not care about the upcoming nuptuals of two over privileged individuals.  Everyone else it seems is going to have a free day off, not us though we have to turn up to serve some old cheap and nasty crap to cheap and nasty customers.  I would like to just play 'Anarchy in the UK' and 'God Save the Queen' by the Sex Pistols but since he played at the Jubilee that means absolutely FCUK all anymore.
It seems rather unfortunate that I can't just do what I did during his Mother's wedding and go and play football in the park.  1981 was a year that I would have been wearing a New York Cosmos shirt and running around pretending to be the commentator telling everyone what a great goal that was by Pele.  I was blissfully unaware of the fact that I was a ten year old blonde white boy with very little footballing prowess in the middle of nowhere, (Norfolk) and Pele was, let's be honest here none of those things.
Strange that there are similarities between the two weddings, civil unrest, depression, unpopular conservative government and a royal marrying a 'commoner'.  Although Princess Kathy is hardly a foul mouthed docker's daughter from the old East End of London who thought "Enoch was right" that you see in the history books.  That would be something I could get behind, imagine that someone that even Prince Phillip would go "hang on a minute you can't say that."
I suppose that there will be enough people sad enough and smelling of cats to buy all the commemorative plates and tea towels etc. despite being in a 'credit crunch'. The sort of people to camp out on the streets of London for days in order to see a glimpse of someone go past in an ostentatious, some say garishly adorned coach not seen since Disney's Cinderella, whilst looking between the shoulders of two people in front.
I also remember where I was when Prince whatsists mother died, so conspiracy theorists can't put that one on me, I was happily asleep and was quite content to remain so.  I was awoken on a Sunday morning by a banging on the door which made me think that the world had ended or at the very least the house was set ablaze by my alcoholic landlady.  But no it was just the news that one or two people had died from not being able to drive through a tunnel at high speed whilst intoxicated.
Call me cynical if you like but why do these things always seem to happen when the country is in turmoil?  Could it be that like a puppy who will not give up chewing a certain piece of footwear until you waggle the lead and suddenly going for a walk is the latest thing to focus on.
My day will consist of waking up, ignore wedding, wash, ignore wedding, go to work blaring out music from over full iPod, ignore wedding, work all day selling stuff to people I despise, ignore wedding, reverse journey with iPod, ignore wedding, have my tea play several hours on Star Wars Lego 3 and add to so far high score of 2.6 Trillion (honestly), ignore wedding.
If you wish I will publish a route of my journey at which point any of you may camp along the paths to wave at me and cheer my good health as I breeze past blissfully unaware that any of you exist.