So were going to get the Queen in 3d on Christmas day. For those outside the UK, I feel the need to mention that thus far, the Queen’s speech has never been a high octain event renowned for action sequences. It’ just a woman with a posh voice talking to a camera. Now, all the queenly excitement, in 3d. What is going on?
The pop charts are full of old hits, a strange phenomena that owes everything to internet downloading. Apparently we’re all getting nostalgic for cheesy 80s pop. Not that there’s any shortage of new cheese available for pop music fans, but a lot of that turns out to be covers of old cheese.
This morning brought 160ish flood warnings for the UK, and yes, to use the proper meteorological term, it’s well and truly pissing it down here. Roads and trains are in chaos, supermarkets are packed and high street shops are failing to make ends meet. Right outside the window, right now, climate change is strutting its stuff, and very loudly and moistly announcing its presence. No doubt a great many Christmases are going to be wrecked by the weather, with flooded houses, cancelled travel, and we’ll get a sprinkling of tragedies too, I expect. Cornwall has enough flood risk to put life in danger.
But we’ve got the Queen in 3d.
The government are going to help struggling businesses by making it easier to sack people. Because we all know that nothing improves growth like laying people off, and the one thing you really want to be able to do at this time of year, is get rid of all the pesky people who actually did the work. It’s another random, pointless gesture that won’t help anyone. The politics of fiddling while Rome burns. Their borrowing goes up, and their ideas get ever smaller and less helpful. Rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic, would be an apt description. As the country slowly floods and drowns, not one of them has dared to suggest that this unprecedented, nightmarish flooding might have anything to do with climate change. That might require them to do something, although at current rate, they’ll probably ‘help’ us by adding extra tax to umbrella sales and rationing wellie boots.
The end of civilization did not come with a bang this week, but we’re going out with a slow, pathetic whimper.
But in the meantime, pull up a chair, if you still have one, because the Queen’s on the telly in 3d. Only, no one’s got any glasses.