I have just swanned back over the border having been in England for the first time this decade. Unfortunately I saw rather too much of the wrong sort of England -their fucking motorways. Almost 14 hours I spent trapped in the car with my Radio 2 loving parents. Apparently a lorry crashed somewhere and caused a tailback stretching from Manchester to London. Honestly the service station we dropped into was like a refugee camp. Dazed folk wandering about nibbling Kit Kat Chunkys and mumbling 'please let's book a travel tavern'. It was appalling.
I devoured fifteen chapters of my book before the light went and then I was trapped with my knees under my chin listening to 'Whispering' Bob Harris. It got so bad at one point I was praying that we'd get there for my niece starting nursery. Needless to say I flew back earlier than planned, having refused to travel long distance in a car ever again. Fuck carbon footprints! There are my human rights to consider.
It was during car hell that news received my ears of the death of Benazir Bhutto. To be awfully silly female and trivial about it I was sorry because she was so beautiful and stylish. To be more serious I don't approve of political assassinations when folk are participating in a democratic system. On a purely personal note a charming acquaintance of mine is in Pakistan as I type which is a worry and I was hoping for a holiday there at some point. As a country it intrigues me, I think because of the vast number of it's former residents I'm pally with just now. Note to immigrants if you bring me home cooked food I will worship your country like a god. I'm like that.
I'm pondering making a few New Year's resolutions because I've mostly found them effective and yes, fans giving up blogging is in there or at least giving it up under the 'Clairwil' banner. I may not it's just a thought. In truth I don't understand why I receive so much hate email. It doesn't wound me or distress me as I presume it's meant to but it is very, very wearing.