Sunday, 1 June 2008

You've Lost That Blogging Feeling

There is nothing more tedious than blogging on how little you've been blogging and trying to add colour to what is a basically dull concept but just had an urge to write again on the small bit of the internet that is mine.

It's not just a busy, full and happy life that has restricted my blogging but also a lack of desire to shoot my mouth off on a whole range of topics, the passion, for now anyways, has been lost but, if the mood takes me, I may make a return to shouting to the hills from my bit of the www.

Also, as I keep explaining to people who keep asking me why I'm not blogging, it's not just about writing the stuff, it's also about reading other people's and that was becoming a full time job and a half.

Having said that, since I stopped blogging my political views have done a bit of a volte-face, especially regarding religion (I dislike it more than I ever did) and the liberal spectrum of thought, especially the overrated concept of tolerance.

You could blame it on reading too much Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens so I hope to share soem thoughts on that very soon as well as my new found obsession with South Africa.

Until then...


  1. Marx is often misquoted on religion. He has a more balanced view than someone as Hitchens.

    Religion is, indeed, the self-consciousness and self-esteem of man who has either not yet won through to himself, or has already lost himself again. But man is no abstract being squatting outside the world. Man is the world of man—state, society. This state and this society produce religion, which is an inverted consciousness of the world, because they are an inverted world. Religion is the general theory of this world, its encyclopedic compendium, its logic in popular form, its spiritual point d'honneur, its enthusiasm, its moral sanction, its solemn complement, and its universal basis of consolation and justification. It is the fantastic realization of the human essence since the human essence has not acquired any true reality. The struggle against religion is, therefore, indirectly the struggle against that world whose spiritual aroma is religion. Religious suffering is, at one and the same time, the expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering. Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people. The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is the demand for their real happiness. To call on them to give up their illusions about their condition is to call on them to give up a condition that requires illusions. The criticism of religion is, therefore, in embryo, the criticism of that vale of tears of which religion is the halo.

  2. Dude I was an Atheist before it became cool. Religous types, especial young earther's making thier mark on british schools makes me want to burn places down... sort of.

    Hope you are well brother and let me know when you are doign the edinburgh festival again. Guess who now lives in Glasgow ;)


  3. Looking forward to the news on the (new?) passion for RSA. I have a soft spot for it too ... taught in a village there after uni. write when you can. x, c

  4. Doogie: can't believe you're Scotland based, sadly, I doubt I'll ever do Edinburgh again, fucking hate it mate, I've done it 4 times now and it stinks, too much hard graft for not enough money or profile.

    Fuck that shit but glad you're living the Scottish dream, stay in touch.


  5. Dude, it's all good. I got a big boy's job too. Viv's loving being near her family, I'm loving being away from mine, works good, life's good the nipper's good. No wonder I've not updated Lunch-Break in a year :) Hail the random content generator.

    E Mail me man.

  6. I understand about running out of time and inclination. I truly do!

  7. I can no longer rant and rave...and I really want to. I now live in a village, a village of the, a village of the damned stupid! However, this place has many eyes and many mouths. Often we'll get told:

    "Ooooh, we saw you out walking with your baby today..."

    Or a complete stranger will come into the shop and strike up a conversation, before ending it with..."and you've got a baby daughter haven't you and her name is Verity.."

    This freaks me out as I have no interest or desire to know what's going on or to gossip about village life. I just sell stuff...rather badly. I fear that everyone is watching us because we are "outsiders", in fact we are "foreigners" because we don't come from round these parts. If I was black or gay or some other minority, I'd probably have grounds to sue, but seeing as I am Mr Average White Man, I have to grin and bear it and put up with some of the more inbred locals grimacing at me through gritted teeth and not being able to look me in the eye because I am one of those "city folk".

    Yes, I am Rockerfeller and I sleep on a mattress stuffed with £50 notes and roll around naked amongst my art collection, cast-offs from the Louvre.

    I jest, of course. But I'd really like to tell the world how stupid people are here and how frigging wretched it is being a stranger in your own land, being eyed with suspicion, etc. So writing a blog about my experiences being lost in the wilderness would probably result in the villagers chasing us out with pitchforks and flaming torches. Of course, these guys probably think that the Internet and home computers are some kind of witchcraft.

    Mind you, this is the only place that actually makes TV programmes reporting how much the locals hate any kind of traffic into the area. Called "Incomers", it is broadcast on ITV and tells tales about how welcoming these folk are. One fisherman has a heavy metal band where he sings songs about running strangers from the village, one village sells car bumper stickers that say "Welcome to this village - now FUCK OFF!", while a Lithuanian lady tells how her car is constantly vandalised and she keeps being called a "fucking immigrant". What a crazy county to live in. You think I might be talking about Cornwall, right? Nope...not even close.

    Quick, the men in white coats are coming to take me away!


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