My first blog post was very specific, so I think it’s only right that my second one should be completely random.
I’m actually mildly annoyed, because this weekend the clocks go back. Does anyone look forward to this? Does anyone really know why we still do it? I mean, faffing about with the clocks doesn’t fool the sun, does it? It doesn’t look over at Earth and think, “Shit, they should have a bit more lovely sunshine.” It’s all about how the planet tilts away from the sun – Patrick Moore would be proud of me.
I get that the mornings are darker, and back in the day kids were getting run over walking to school in the dark. But how many kids walk to school now? It just means their mum or dad drives them to school in the dark instead.
We live in a world where we can work with a colleague on the other side of the planet, so does an hour’s shift really make that much difference? It just seems pointless to me. Let’s just go dark au naturel…
Another bizarre thing: you still occasionally see a single trainer hanging from an overhead power line by its laces. Who still does that? It’s been happening for years. Is it some secret society whose members, I presume, must be in their 80s by now, maybe their 90s? And what happens to the other shoe? I wonder if it pines for its mate. I’ve always found a single discarded trainer a very sad sight.
And sometimes a lost glove gets placed on a wall or fence, or even hung from a nearby tree branch. I wonder whether the original owner ever comes back for it. The single gloves do eventually disappear, so are they reunited with the other glove, or is there a secret council department that gives it a few weeks and then goes round collecting them?
There’s a small insight into my mind. Weird, innit!
And to finish, this week I have said the phrase “deary me” at least twice, and said “mmm, lovely” while taking a sip of tea.
Send for help.
P.S. If you enjoy this sort of nonsense, there’s a whole book of it – Arnold: Stories from the Print Shop.