10 January 2007

Why Do It?

Just been staring through my window at a beautiful blue sky as thin cirrus clouds track slowly by and wandered to myself why do I do it. Political blogging. I have a very quiet and easy life in Prague - most Brits here don't even keep in touch with events back home in any meaningful way. The conversations last night at chess were about teaching English and the Belgrano. So why do I deliberately stir up my own genuine feelings of disappointment and dismay in my motherland? I don't have to. Everyone needs to compartmentalise and it woud be completely rational for me to chuck the UK into a corner (in a figurative sense). Of course I won't, but I think I will for today. Mind you this amused me.

Update - it's clouded over.

9 comments:

kinglear said...

1. e4

Praguetory said...

1.c5

Maorinews said...

32GG

Snafu said...

PT, you should try www.redhotpawn.com. I'm happy to give you a game if you want one!

Damon said...

I was good at Chess once. I was fifth in my age group for a young persons' competition across the whole of Wales in the summer of 1996. But it doesn't sound so good when I say there were only 5 people (including me) playing that age group.

Sir Bentley Pauncefoot said...

"So why do I deliberately stir up my own genuine feelings of disappointment and dismay in my motherland? I don't have to."

No indeed, and to try to jolly out of this mild despond, I have set out a challenge for you on my own little blog.

http://sir-bentley-pauncefoot.blogspot.com/2007/01/meme.html

Richard Phillips said...

I gave up on the motherland years ago; it's unpleasant in so many ways. I don't blame Labour or anyone else for it. I gave up on this land more recently, but it's still a much, much nicer place to live...

Anonymous said...

We all have this. Keep on your blog is getting better and better.

Voyager said...

Expats become plus royaliste que le roi. They meet so many foreigners who regale them with tales of an England long-gone, one that had some character and respect even if not universally loved. That is why the expat wonders where the train de-railed.

There was a theory that the intelligent ones had been killed on The Somme and that a generation of fiancees never married or had children becoming instead spinster schoolteachers in the interwar period when teachers lost their jobs upon marriage.

Probably it had much to do with postwar dillusionment followed by a sense of disempowerment - that Inertia - the basic force of most Britons overwhelmed the motive force of the dynamic like sludge in a crankcase.

Just look at Europe - if you cannot be a pop star or a footballer it is best to work for The State and have job security and regular income. I used to look at the nice villas in Bonn along the Rhine - too expensive for mere executives - but beyond the pocketbooks of the residents. They were Beamte who had bought in the 1950s and just sat still.........regular income - and a ban on any industrial sites within a ?km radius of Bonn meant it was a geschlossene Gesellschaft (closed society) of the Annuity Class