Tuesday, October 03, 2006


I feel at a really low ebb. It’s no biggy and I know it won’t last, the sort of thing I can normally cure with a glass of wine and an almond slice – and I have no excuse after all, I’m tucked up in the corner of the sofa with a pair of pooches fast asleep next to me (Charlie is draped across my foot at the moment and he’s dreaming, chasing rabbits, twitching and “ruffle-scruffing” in his sleep).

Nevertheless, all I can think of to write about are the things that have startled, saddened, sickened or simply scared the shit out of me today:

They are, apparently, trying the case of a six year old girl who was taken from.her.bath (she was told to be quiet or she would be hurt), driven away, sexually assaulted, raped and then returned to the edge of town, naked cold and god knows how petrified and told to face the wall whilst her abductor made his escape. The accused is apparently a 37 year old male neighbour.

Today I discovered the identity of the neighbour who appears to think it is okay to put whatever household rubbish they have accumulated the previous day into a plastic carrier bag and leave it in the street. We have urban foxes, the bag is ripped open and the contents strewn across the pavement so that the rest of us have to walk through a hideous mess of someone else’s domestic detritus; chicken carcases, vegetable matter, empty cans, even used nappies. I know because I met them depositing today's offering, and having had quite enough of tip toeing down the street with the dogs I confronted them. “Why?”…but I couldn’t communicate my disgust because we didn’t share a language. I could only point and look horrified.

Apparently I have one of those faces whereby people appear to think it’s okay to ask me how I feel, nod, and then tell me, chapter and verse, exactly what is wrong with their life.

The two Irish men who I met tonight walking a whole flock of lurchers who spoke to me at length about I know not what. You have to be careful in London, let’s face it you have to be careful in any big city. I couldn’t understand a bloody word that they were saying, they might have been extras from “Snatch”, and while they seemed friendly enough I was worried that I might nod or smile or look disinterested at just the wrong moment. That and the fact that Charlie fights well above his weight, unlike his dad he’s scared of nothing and there was a very real chance that he might pick a fight with one of the scary, hairy hare coursers.

That the North Koreans have announced that they will test a nuclear device, And that it is apparently our fault (those of us who have them already) because of course they find it threatening. Why oh why anyone in their right mind would want to threaten North Korea UNLESS they appear to be a belligerent, nuclear threat, I have no idea.

I burnt my dinner.

And no, I’m not forgetting that the Amish are trying to conduct their grief with whatever dignity they can amongst the bright light of the world’s press. And that they, probably more than any of us, will never understand that the eventual furore will focus – not on gun laws – but on heightened security for schools.

This world gives me the heebie jeebies at times.

All I know is that Clotho spins the thread of one’s life, Lachesis measures its length and Atropos will inevitably, eventually sever it.

So I shouldn’t wish for sleep but on the whole I’d rather today just buggered off...


30-Something Girl said...

I've been reading your blog for a long time .... I've just never commented before.

I feel the same way, this world gives me the heebie jeebies too.

Try and sleep well.

elle said...

This world is a very ugly place indeed. I've had those poor little Amish girls on my mind as well.

I'm never sure where hope will spring, but I'm grateful when it does, and I am in awe of its perfect timing.

Thankfully today will only last 24 hours, eh?


kat said...

All I know is that Clotho spins the thread of one’s life, Lachesis measures its length and Atropos will inevitably, eventually sever it.

the most calming, if a bit unsettling nevertheless, thing i've read all damned day.

Pam said...

Hmmm, much to ponder. Glad your home Colin.

Gerbera Daisy said...

This world gives me the heebie jeebies too.
I just can't stop thinking about those poor little girls and their families.

patti_cake said...

A seriously disturbing laundry list Colin.
I hope you have a better day today. I hope we all do.

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Jessica said...

Wow. I don't have any other words, Colin (which is so rare) but I can understand and empathize with your heavy heart these days.

You know how to reach me, should you feel the need.

Deadly Female said...

Will a Northern hug help? xx

Aims said...

Hope you feel better soon mate, the world gives me the heebie jeebies at times too. Sleep well my friend for tomorrow is another day (although possibly filled with the same old sh1t!)

a fish on a bycicle said...

steady on! just a bit down in the dumps yesterday...but it always amazes me how therapeutic distant hugs can be, ta!

Amy said...

ah yes, down in the dumps, but still mentioning "snatch" which I'm going to declare as one of the funniest movies I've ever seen. Instead of dwelling on the absolutely insanity that surrounds us in this world today, I'm going to think about Snatch and that damn funny squeaky toy.

Wendy said...

man, I feel I could have written this myself this time! What a difference a day makes though, huh?

Jill said...

so, are you no longer down in the dumps today?

Dustin said...

The burnt dinner, now that's a travesty.

Heebie Jeebies indeed.

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Sandra said...

Well North Korea's gone and done it now...the heebie jeebies are back.