“Golden Sky” Vol.18
Mother Should I Trust the Government?
22nd February 2022
“Mother Should I Trust the Government?”
An editorial communique
Ladies and Gentleman of the Editorial Department,
This communique and the heart felt words that will maybe fall through the cracks, unloved and unseen as we ramble on this journey together are very definitely my words, and your words too in some sense, but then again my literary friends, who can make sense of this senseless world? I try, and I know you know that too. I value the vowel strewn road and the lanes of consonants we have all travelled these many years, and I get the desires I see in all of your faces. For the truth and for beliefs. The bread and circus of sports, the distractions of a big screen and a darkened room. The existentialism of the very essence of our being, our lifeblood and the heated topic of so many nights over brandy and cigars on the balcony terrace.
We are simpatico my friends, and I know you feel that way too.
To set your minds at ease I wanted to reassure you I’ve been writing, and writing a lot. You may have seen my recent public acknowledgement on Twitter that I am only genuinely and soulfully happy when I’m writing, but I know you don’t follow me there and quite frankly I don’t blame you. You prefer my proclamations straight and sizzling hot from the press and I can’t blame you for that either. It’s the immediacy isn’t it? That cold deliverance of the final word hitting you for the first time. That unwrapping of a gift that you’re not exactly sure what to do with but you kind of like it, and you’re equally going to put it on a shelf in a cupboard until you know, for sure, what to do with it. I get it. We chime together. You know that.
And you always have.
Thoughts have been drawn toward the Sports Desk of late as I have a sneaky feeling this is going to be a monumental season for the Reds of Liverpool and even if it’s not there’s going to be some tense footballing entertainment along the way. As my long suffering Sports Editor is fully aware, I’ve touted the Reds chances all season long and there’s a tidal wave of difference now between Liverpool, 2 or 3 others and the rest of Europe as a whole. The contemporary match reports will continue as they provide a perverse pleasure and talking of which, there will be a raft of new European travel stories to tell as I’ve finally written the last five volumes in this series. From Paris to Basel via Rome, Barcelona and Dortmund. Please be assured I’ve relaxed into these articles of late and taken great delight in extolling the memories of “Steve The Taxi Driver”, friends Charlie, Pete, Dave and a lifelong friendship with a character code named “Buns”. They’ve kept me smiling. There’s very little football contained within these articles, but then again, you’ve come to expect such things over the years and this worm isn’t for turning any time soon. Now that these articles are finished and ready for your editorial scrutiny I can confirm that for good or ill they were not embellished, written from the heart and it’s been a pleasure revisiting some silly two decades old footballing travels.
Numerous film reviews are in the works for completion, I have a keen roving eye on Twitter, existential angst to spare and a ridiculous desire every day to conjure a new idea for an elongated article here. I am, after all, a professional. There are distractions galore my friends, and we write about most of them here so let’s refrain from mounting that high horse shall we? I know, and I share your worldly angst. The Social Media Desk are hurrying me constantly for my latest position on Russia, the Canadian Truckers, an invisible virus and a very conspiratorially visible one. I share your concerns, you know I do, but there’s only so much day in so much time, you know? But we’ll get there, together, because if a Prime Minister of a liberally democratic Government can impose “Emergency Orders” because their citizens danced around arm in arm in a circle singing “We Are The World” then we know the jig is up, and we must do all we can to stop the spread, and we will, together.
And we must be quick and we must not falter my friends, for only today the Leader of the Liberal Democrat party in the UK demanded more sanctions, more guns and in effect more war as he pontificated for the end of the western world on Twitter. Perhaps he’s as drunk as most Twitter users are? Who knows? He ended his tweet by demanding the removal of the European Cup Final from Russia too in a tweet that wouldn’t have looked out of place as an article in “The Onion”. If at first your sanctions and threats of war don’t work or end up in nuclear annihilation, threaten to take away the football.
That’ll teach those pesky Russians a lesson!
I can see it in your eyes now and yes, we can’t let these ghoulish characters illuminate our existence. I remember those particular discussions as I do the brandy and cigars that accompanied them. I’ll close now. I just wanted you to read these words directly from me, and not the scurrilous tattletales that dog a professional writer such as myself. I draw strength from you ladies and gentlemen, and I know you know that.
Much love.
Viva humanity.
“Mother Should I Trust the Government?” can also be found between pages 326 and 329 of my March 2024 self-published book “Golden Sky”.
Thanks for reading. I hope this message in a bottle in The Matrix finds you well, prospering, and the right way up in an upside down world.