Lazy Bones, Lazin' in the Sun........part two
Just had to post this panorama of the view from my balcony. To the left are the hills of north Corfu, to the right the mountains of Albania. In front the village of Kassiopi. Kassiopi I have fallen for you big time. I could spend a sizeable amount of time wrapped up in you, and I'm not one for abandoning Manchester for long periods.In 1985 I was 31 years of age. Prior to 13th July of that year I was pretty sceptical about what Mr Geldof and his grandiloquent notions could achieve. Sure the Xmas single had raised money, consciousness and, in government circles, eyebrows, but deep inside you just knew that Live Aid would be, if not an embarrasing flop, then just another prop for aging rock and pop stars to lean on as they squeezed the last drops of credibility from their flagging careers. I mean, look at some of the line up. Howard Jones, Adam Ant and the like were well past their sell-by dates on the day of the show and as for the Americans....what can I say? Huey Lewis and the News! I'll say no more.
And here we are 20 years later and Bob's still a-cussin' with the best of 'em, still harassing politicians unpracticed in the art of the truth and generally shaking everbody up again. Will Live8 succeed like its predecessor? Well I don't know. One thing's for sure though, there's a massive difference between the general public shelling out and Governments writing off huge amounts of significant debt. Time will tell.
We've had two murders in my little town over the past couple of weeks. The first was while we away and involved a guy having his bag stolen by scrotes, chavs, neds, call 'em what you will. He was killed as he chased their getaway van and was crushed by the wheels of their nefarious industry. On Monday of this week, a few short hours after we touched down, a 43 year old was beaten to death with a steel bar and kicks to the head of such ferocity that witnesses likened them to someone kicking a football. A 43 year old who was described by people I know who knew him as "a kind and gentle man". He'd just successfully completed a course in electrical engineering and was excited about his future. His crime? He didn't smoke and, as such, couldn't give his murderers the light for their cigarettes they had requested.
Two murders.
In my little town.
3 comments:
Glad you liked your hols old chap, I once stayed somewhere on the mainland from which you almost hear crickets chirrup on Corfu. I mention that for absolutely no reason at all. There is a good little piece in the Independent today on the commentary page about Live 8 and Bob Dylan's apparent sell out. He basically applauds Dylan for refusing to join anyone's army.
I'm afraid I don't buy into the Geldof mythology, I didn't then and I don't now; how much do you suppose he spends a week on that haircut?
Murder is murder and murder is shocking. We seem to have about 4 a year in this town of 30,000 and my heart bleeds for every one of them.
Do you remember those far gone days when a murder used to make headline news?
Now it's just another statistic.
Life is cheap to these little scrotes. And they're often girls.
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