Sunday, 15 November 2020

Here I Go Again...

Well, how the world turns.  A few weeks ago all I was bothered about was my aching back and its unfortunate consequence of an unsated libido.

Now, the world burns in a collective meltdown of fear, cold sweats and pain, thanks to that bloody virus.  All plans on hold, countries in stasis and limbo, and people left with an unknown future.

Wait.  Hold on a moment.  I've done this before.  Yes, March.  March, for fuck's sake, and now we're here in November doing the same thing again - lockdown.  I thought the idea of lockdown was sensible back then; now... I'm think the old adage "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results" is more apt.  I know, I know; the danger of hospitals getting overrun... but the truth is (and this was told to me on an induction day at a Manchester hospital back in 2001) the north west hospitals are always overrun this time of the year with pneumonia/influenza patients.  Nothing new, then... and I still fear that the lockdowns and restrictions are hurting people and society in so many other ways.

At least, if the government aren't blatant liars and snake oil salesmen that is (hahahaha), we'll be out of it on December 2nd... but we'll be going back into Tier 3 rather than any real normality, of course.  Here I Go Again, as David Coverdale sang... which is a perfect excuse to post this...


Mr Coverdale was always a rather nice looking chap, but sadly, David, I'd always preferred that gorgeous redhead in the video - Tawny Kitaen.

In October I reached another birthday, and Halloween came and went (with a good night out, though).  It was maybe passing another birthday that prompted me to look through my old photos this weekend, and I sadly realised that it was a year ago that I was in Brighton for a fabulously rude and carnal Zara DuRose event.  What a difference a year makes - it seems a lifetime ago.  I've used one photo from that visit for this week's Picture Of The Week that never made it to the blog or website before, just out of remembrance for things lost.

Speaking of remembrance, last Sunday was of course Remembrance Sunday.  I headed over to Manchester's Cenotaph at St. Peter's Square and gave my silent gratitude to those who had paid my balance in full.

 

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Cenotaph, Manchester.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Cenotaph, Manchester.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Cenotaph, Manchester.

Afterwards, I had a walk into Piccadilly Gardens and found a rather large group of people protesting at the current curtailment of the very liberties that many of those fallen had been fighting for.  If that sounds somewhat overblown and exaggerated, then Lord Sumption, former Senior Supreme Judge, feels the same way regarding our failure to adhere to democracy and parliamentary process.  In his lecture 'Government By Decree', he states how the democtratic process has, at best, been abused, at worst blatantly ignored and discarded...

"The British public has not even begun to understand the seriousness of what is happening to our country. Many, perhaps most of them don’t care, and won’t care until it is too late. They instinctively feel that the end justifies the means, the motto of every totalitarian government which has ever been.

 Yet what holds us together as a society is precisely the means by which we do things. It is a common respect for a way of making collective decisions, even if we disagree with the decisions themselves. It is difficult to respect the way in which this government’s decisions have been made. It marks a move to a more authoritarian model of politics which will outlast the present crisis. There is little doubt that for some ministers and their advisers this is a desirable outcome. 

The next few years is likely to see a radical and lasting transformation of the relationship between the state and the citizen. With it will come an equally fundamental change in our relations with each other, a change characterized by distrust, resentment and mutual hostility. In the nature of things, authoritarian governments fracture the societies which they govern. 

The use of political power as an instrument of mass coercion is corrosive. It divides and it embitters. In this case, it is aggravated by the sustained assault on social interaction which will sooner or later loosen the glue that helped us to deal with earlier crises."

I then had a little stroll around the city centre, and it was the busiest I'd seen it since last Winter.  Crowds, getting gently jostled as people walked along.  It actually felt invigorating, joyful and... normal, to be part of the human race again.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - a city centre stroll, Manchester.

Eventually I made my way back to the Cenotaph at St. Peter's Square, and the crowd, by chance, was there again.  I managed to speak to quite a few of the marchers, and none of them were worried about lizards taking control or 5G masts - they were worried about healthcare, about their jobs and homes, and about the demise of democracy.  Lord Sumption would understand.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - a city centre stroll, Manchester.

The massive crowd made its way back to Piccadilly Gardens.  As it was the direction I was going I was swept along, people thronging around me like the old days.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Piccadilly Gardens, Manchester.

There were a few more speeches, and I headed back home.  An interesting and very thought-provoking day.  

 In fact, I'm amazed that I manged a city centre stroll at all.  The reason?  The day before, and in desperate need of some fresh air and a change of scenery, I had a six hour walk.  I won't say a thoroughly enjoyable walk, as the last two hours were really a bit painful for my tired legs and feet, but at least I was out and enjoying nature.

 I started out very early, in time to capture the lovely early morning mists, delicate frost, warm rich colours and sunrise over Cheshire.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

A couple of hours later I'd made it to the little town of Lymm, bypassing the centre by staying on the country pathway.  By this point the sun was just warming the day slightly, and the lovely gentle views were wonderful.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

A short while after I turned onto the serene Bridgewater Canal, that would take me all the way back to Altrincham.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

The Autumnal shades were delightful, and the hazy mist over the canal gave a haunted beauty to the scenery.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

 I finally had some lunch at a little bench in the centre of Lymm, joined by a lonely ladybird that seemed to be mooching about a little late in the year.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

 From there it was as simple stroll back along the canal to Altrincham.  Now, I say simple, but in reality it turned into a yomping-style slog, the last leg of which seemed to last forever.  There were still lovely things to look at, but the camera came out less and less as I trudged onwards, towards the end only concentrating on where my aching feet were going.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

 Eventually I reached the big weeping willow trees that told me that I was finally back in Altrincham - appropriate, as I felt a little like weeping from tiredness by that point.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - Autumn views.

Although I was glad to back and rest, it remained a worthwhile walk, and at these difficult times I'd strongly suggest re-connecting with nature and your fellow man at every opportunity.  It reminds us who we are, and what is important.

I'll end with another unused photo from a year ago - to remind me of what is also important.  Life, love, fun, laughing, friendship and freedom of movement.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - one year ago... another time, another place.




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