Ok, so…I don't want you to have the impression that I am obsessive about the state of the Nation. I'm not. I write my bog in between all the same mundus that you endure. But I have interests and desires that are fickle, sometimes base or frivolous - the things that prove my humanity.
I confess to a certain grumpy-ness these past few weeks. But I find pleasure in the bleak foment of life in simple things: my children, music, swimming, hope. Same as you, with inevitable variation.
I just watched this again. It always lifts my spirits. That's what culture does, whether it is country music (love it - sometimes) or contemporary (ditto) - or a shakespeare chorus ("oh for a muse of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention…") or a rambling verse from Sam Hunt (gave a colleague a copy of the Kiwi Bard's latest anthology as a birthday gift and suffered post-partum depression straight-away).
So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado…the Penguin Cafe Orchestra…: