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Wednesday 12.8.01 If ever there was a good time to lose one's faith in the human race, the events of the last 24 hours would provide an excellent excuse. The monsters who mercilessly, mindlessly and evilly cashed in on the sanctity of human life to further either a personal or political cause ought to be locked up for the rest of their days with no parole. I don't believe that this is the time to be betraying principles, and those who know me will therefore understand that I could never, ever send anyone to their deaths deliberately - whether 'legal' or otherwise - but I think I could understand those who would want to in this case. So whoever did send those aircraft into Washington and New York; for you, one thing is certain. You will pay dearly, perhaps with your lives. I know there is no chance of those sorts of animals reading this, but to me it makes no difference. The civilised, democratic world will be onto them very, very soon. God speed to those looking for them, and much more at the moment to the American people. On a chilling and more personal note, at 9am (US time) on the 11th September 2000, I was in an aircraft bound for JFK airport, New York. Thursday 13.9.01 America is, understandably, quietly seething. Afghanistan is, understandably, quietly bricking itself. Because let's face it, the US/NATO could quite easily blast the Taleban authorities into orbit, and indeed they will if they are indeed 'harbouring those responsible.' What worries me about all this is the ease with which this could slide into WW3 - I mean, normally America is the world's policeman, so what happens when the policeman turns nasty? I'm not condemning them for their anger, obviously, but it's important they channel it wisely, I guess. However, in another way, none of this is really important - what matters at the moment is the terror and grief of those who died and their relatives. It probably doesn't mean much, but my sincerest and most heartfelt sympathy go to them, and I'm sure you are the same. It has to be said that normally things like this don't affect me - I remember watching the pictures of the Oklahoma bombing with mild indifference - so for an event so far away and which I can do nothing about to move me almost to tears... I wouldn't be surprised if the world comes out of this a changed place. Friday 14.9.01 My plans for going for a run last night were luckily completely scuppered by Tess, who told me that I would get raped, as it was dark. Good news. Anyway, the actual news of today is about tomorrow. Far from being the next Nostradamus, I can definitely tell you that I am going to Bristol for a jaunt this weekend, so I will probably have no time or access to the internet. My apologies to loyal fans, (?) but I promise I will be back with a bang on Sunday. Maybe. Saturday 15.9.01 OK, ignore yesterday's message; am sitting, trespassing in a UWE computer room, and so I decided to let you know about events so far. Well, got the bus very early this morning from Victoria Bus Station - at the best of times a surrealist, daliesque nightmare that makes you feel like you're queueing for a bus to the afterlife. Sipping on a cup of hot water with caffeine added, I finally headed out to the bus and got myself installed. Before long, a man came and sat next to me. I thought he died about five minutes into the journey, as he sat there for the next two hours and didn't seem to breathe. But I reassured myself with the fact that a corpse wouldn't be able to dribble on my shoulder like he was doing. So that was that. I got there, met Tom, went home, went to the loo, whereupon his bog-seat came off in my hand. So we have been toilet-seat shopping today, as well as fridge-shelf-shopping and all sorts of other crap. It's kept me amused, anyway. More tomorrow when I am home. Sunday 16.9.01 Excellent weekend spent roving around Bristol and it's environs - lunch today was in CheddAR, which is about half an hour away. The paradox of CheddAR is that they make megalithic cheeses there, and yet it is in a massive gorge (hence the name CheddAR Gorge - the weird spelling, by the way, is because it's mandatory to pronounce it like the yokels do) with no cows for miles around. So actually 'CheddAR' cheese should be called 'Bedminster' or even the fantastic 'Chew Magna' - because they do have cows nearby. Tom fixed his bogseat too. Monday 17.9.01 Mad week starting now as I have to pack and sort my life out before moving in on Sunday. Add to that working and then the social life, dahlings, and I'm going to be bloody busy (almost wrote 'busty' there by mistake - Becca, say NOTHING) but I'm sort-of looking forward to it. Having said that, I HATE packing and unpacking. I know it's necessary, but it always strikes me as being completely pointless in a way - shoving all my crap in a bag only to get it out at the other end. I'm not quite sure how I'd get it there otherwise, so I suppose the only solution is to resort to slavery, which I'd be arrested for. Better go and find my suitcase, then... Tuesday 18.9.01 I am perpetually suspicious of these foods which claim to be 110% fat-free, especially things like chocolate bars. I mean, how can chocolate be good for you? I thought the whole point of eating something sweet was to say 'fuck the diet,' whereas these things just add to it. The only explanation I can find is that when something is 95% fat-free, this is perfectly true. But the other 5% is laden with all the nasty stuff that the makers don't want you to know about. It's the only possible solution to the dilemma. |
