The Word Cloud

It has been a strange year. The so called 'Arab Spring', Bin Laden and now Gaddafi. The Palestinians seem finally to be getting some joy too. Yet I do not feel at peace. Capitalism is at last being questioned in terms of a social construct. I guess that too is a start. We are told here in England that we are all in this together; told by our millionaire Prime Minister and his millionaire cabinet who in turn are booed regularly by fully grown adults who are possibly millionaires too. All in this together. As a psychiatric nurse I am quite certain that some people are more 'in it' than others. As a believer in the ideals of Buddhism I am certain that I will continue to forgive - yet at times forgiving is as difficult a construct for me to ponder as capitalism itself. But I do not feel at peace.

Each of us, no matter what our background, our upbringing, our demeanour or our motivation, require occasionally the sudden outbreak of good news. Now I cannot and will not ever celebrate the death of another human being regardless of the life they have led. To celebrate death is to demean life. And life is truly wonderful. Life is beautiful. Life is above joy.

But Westlife?

Rubbish.

If Boyzone, Take That and the rejuvinated Steps were to follow, this may well one day be called the 'British Autumn' - a decline of terror to rival the 'Arab Spring'.

Now please don't think that I am equating the brainwashing of an entire region, the manipulation of the media and the ruination of young children whose views are tarnished well into adulthood with what has been happening in North Africa and the Middle East.

The demise of Westlife is a start.

Tom Waits has a new album coming out next week.

I am going to see Bob Dylan in Hammersmith on November 21st.

Peace my friends will come...