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Thursday, 31 March 2011

Sunday August 8th.

'May you live in interesting times' is traditionally interpreted as a curse. Sunday 8th of August then was blessed. But boring. Nothing happened.

And yet boring is grossly under-estimated. Every child should be bored - should endure long tracts of it - so that their imaginations can be kick-started, rather than merely consuming the imagination of others. Books are excluded from this fine theory because in fiction, two imaginations are necessarily involved. I endured huge tracts of boredom as a child – long, wet Sundays in Liverpool and two years on my back in hospital. Boredom is an undiscovered continent, a cerebral jump-lead.

But I wasn’t pontificating along these lines on Sunday the 8th of August. The morning was spent somewhere close to a toilet, the rest of the day we read, sun-bathed and swam. Some would call this a perfect holiday.

Things picked up in the evening. Reports came in that a major hurricane was heading our way. Earnest discussions ensued; should we take refuge in flight, or put down our tents and seek refuge in more substantial buildings. To my relief the latter course was chosen. I’d never seen a hurricane.

But this was Sunday 8th of August, and so nothing happened – other that a squall of heavy rain as commonly experienced on Blackpool Pier. Someone came on to me quite strong, but it was Sunday 8th August for her too. I spent the night watching an evangelical preacher on TV. He was good value, strutting the stage and bellowing damnation. It wasn’t convincing. It was Sunday the 8th of August.


Maria Zannini said...

Having experienced far too many hurricanes, I can promise you the boredom was the better deal.

Mike Keyton said...

I'm sure you're right, but human nature doesn't work like that - It's what got Eve into trouble :)