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Tuesday, 16 April 2019


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It's the best, always happy to be reminded, Gaffer.


It's funny, though, how although we both read its meaning the same, you find it worrying and reproduce it with mournful tones and foreboding.

I, on the other hand, rejoice and celebrate it! Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead! Good bloody riddance - until the next one of course, whereby my sadness begins.


Here you go Gaffer, same thing with a bit jollity to cheer you up! ...

Ding dong!


No, no, SoD, I don't find it in the least worrying. It simply makes me reflect on the long and seemingly infinite passage of Time and the folly of those who believe they can dominate it.

There is a similar sentiment to be found in Shakespeare's second greatest play, "Troilus & Cressida", when the Grecian officers contemplate the great walls of Troy and these words are spoken:

"The end crowns all
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it."

And by the way, SoD, your film extract takes me back to my very earliest childhood memory when my Mum, your Gran, took me to my first film, "The Wizard of Oz", and the old witch frightened the life out of me and I ended up with my face buried in her shoulder!

See, even Grams was trying to bring you up as a Libertarian! I dunno, the youf of yesterday.

She would have had one conversation with Fluffbun and her mates and caught their drift, and then chased you round the kitchen table with the rolling pin, like she used to when you were naughty, for your Billy-Brexit views!


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