Sunday, 6 December 2009
Starkadder v. Fraser
This chap is playing Romanian folk-dances in a Montpellier tram. No one is listening. No feet are tapping. No one reacts, except me: I give him 2 euros for allowing me to take his photo.
Copenhagen starts tomorrow. No one will listen. Feet will only tap in frustration. No one will react.
"Ye're all damned!" as Amos Starkadder bawled in Cold Comfort Farm.
"Ye're all doomed!" as Pte Fraser said repeatedly in Dad's Army.
Here's the Place Côme in Montpellier. Look carefully. It's a trompe l'oeil, a beautifully crafted illusion. In reality the entire façade is a blank wall.
I feel very down about the whole wretched business. I can't see any solution other than a mass cull of humanity. Persuade me otherwise, somebody. Cheer me up.