Weekend review

I missed an important anniversary on Saturday. It was 45 years since the death of John F Kennedy. The day a revolutionary politician with a vision to change the world was blown away by a person (or persons) who were scared of the President’s determination to change things. Stick around until early next year, and we’ll probably see it happen again.

A strange thing happened to me yesterday. I went off to the shop in the freezing wind and ankle-deep snow, with every intention of buying a crate of Stella and a take-away. But for some weird, disturbing, unsettling reason that I haven’t yet put my finger on, I decided not to buy alcohol. I spent a good ten minutes perusing the aisles, trying to decide between Crème de menthe, vodka or Blue Nun, when this sudden, unexpected thought popped into my head – ‘just have a mug of hot chocolate.’ This is unusual behaviour for me, and I’m not sure what it may mean. Maybe the fact that I am now a valid member of the working masses means I no longer feel the need for oblivion.. Maybe the spectre of my alcoholic mother lurks over me like a warning shot and is starting to make me consider a life of abstinence.. Or maybe the week I spent working with Claire has opened my mind to the world of other substances beyond alcohol.
By next Saturday, I could be living like monk, or off my tits on amphetamines.
I wonder which way it will go?????

RC 24-11-08
0812 GMT