An Actual Pint

I was going to talk about the football this evening but it was such an absolute shambles of a shit show of a result I would rather not. I’ve felt a bit hungover today and the players played as if they too went to the pub last night for the first time in five months. So I went to the pub for the first time in five months last night then. I didn’t get there until about ten o’clock after I finished work and it was already a little quieter. We sat outside in the beer garden although went inside to order a pint. Had we been earlier we would probably have had to sign in and give some details but by the time we got there it was too late and all the staff appeared shit faced enough not to care. That’s probably not very reassuring lets be honest. I’ll keep an eye on any coughs that develop.

After the first pint I started really enjoying being back in that environment. At first it felt like a slight anti-climax, but thankfully that passed. I had really wanted a pint at some point probably in May but that too passed and I didn’t really give a shit. The idea was to let the idiots all go back first and if everything appeared alright after a while, to cautiously venture in. I kind of did that, probably went back a little earlier than previously planned. In truth though I do enjoy a pub, the feel of a pint of freshly poured beer somehow always tastes better than drinking a can on the sofa. I imagine I’m not the only person out there who started to find that a little tedious.

And that’s that done now. One step closer to what we normally call normality. Maybe this is the new normal the politicians like to refer to. Such a disconcertingly ominous phrase for anyone who’s ever felt slightly paranoid about the potentially sadistic desires of their government. With this mob anything is possible, thankfully an implosion seems more likely but they’ll probably still try to ride out any wave that comes their way. So the new normal it is then. Suspect it’ll just be whatever I decide as usual. At least it was nice to get a pint in me on the way. I also made a barbecue on a wheel barrow today, I enjoyed that, I do enjoy making fire.

La Peste

There are times when certain books need to be revisited. With current events, even though they seem to be drawing to a close, it might be worth pointing people in the direction of Albert Camus’ The Plague. It’s probably quite obvious why it’s a suitable book. Set in Oran in Camus’ native Algeria, he tells of the story of a city in quarantine trying to deal with the ravages of a plague working it’s way through the populace. The protagonist is a doctor trying to find answers in scientific explanations while the ruling classes prefer to prevaricate, cover up and live on false hope. Painfully relevant to contemporary events in our own Oran as an island cut off. Having been written in the years immediately after the Second World War, the plague was also supposed to represent the Nazi occupation, one Camus experienced first hand working as a publisher in the French Resistance. Apparently in Britain alone, sales of the ebook have risen by three thousand percent which is quite remarkable.

There was an article in The Sunday Times a few weeks ago that was a translation of a letter Camus wrote to doctors during the early years of the war. In it he offers advice to doctors in how best to deal with plagues. I assume there must have been a lot of plagues back then, unless this was also a reference to Nazi occupation. It is in many ways a precursor to his book. He gives some advice on how best to avoid exposure, the importance of wine “to lessen the dismay that will engulf you” and probably most importantly of all to “never get used to seeing people die”. Sometimes it’s easy to not notice the new normal slowly ebbing it’s way into taking over our existence and once death becomes normalised, life will lose some of the value it once held. In times of plagues, pandemics and political occupations it is always vital to remember what is not normal. If that does become the case, well wine will always help.

“The fact remains that none of this is easy. Despite your masks and sachets, the vinegar and the protective clothing, despite the calmness of your courage and tireless effort, the day will come when you can no longer bear this city of dying people…their cries, their terror that knows no future. The day will come when you will want to shout out your disgust in the face of everyone’s pain and fear. When that day comes, there will no longer be any solution I can offer, other than compassion, which is the sister of ignorance”

A New Normal Sunday

The Prime Minister still has his most special adviser standing next to him and holding his hand. Apparently he is a man of integrity who did the right thing. I must say the newspapers really played a blinder on this one. Release the first part of the story, let the politicians defend him and lie, before releasing the second even more damning information. It shows how powerful he is that he’s still here and hasn’t walked, he’s hardly going to push himself. It also shows how powerful he is that he’s clearly a marked man, the other side have gone into overdrive to take him down. It’s always much less obvious when it’s your own side getting excited and calling for someones head. When the others do it it feels exaggerated and wrong, like you witnessing another injustice. It’s remarkable how easy it is to get carried away with the baying mob. He’s still a total c**t though and I hope he gets thrown to the wolves.

I hope Sunday was enjoyable for most of us. Is life coming back to normal to the point that it feels like a Sunday again? Certainly there would have been a time when Sunday and Tuesday were indistinguishable but that can now be resigned to the past. Do we want normal to return? All that talk of a new normal sounds great if the new version was meadows and liberty but seeing as it’s the same mob responsible for turning all the meadows into suburban housing estates in the first place I’m a little concerned. We know it as shifting baseline syndrome or something, I may have just made that up, probably did actually, but it’s why people view Scotland’s rolling Glens as open and beautiful when they should be all dense forest, not the wet deserts they now are. Ireland will be the same. It’s partly the sheep and partly the industrial revolution. Now whatever woods there are are just monocrops poisoning the soil. There are some organisations trying to plant native forests again and they’re doing well with what they can but as trees are it’s slow going.

That’s it then on that note. I bid you adieu for another week. They keep on coming and they keep on passing by, each one a microfraction faster than the other. It’s a shame I don’t manage to write each of these a microfraction faster than the previous though.

Time For A New Normal

There does seem to be one quite noticeable benefit of this virus and that is the very evident improvement to our natural world. I am sure by now people have seen the photos of clean canals in Venice and the dolphins swimming in the clean waters of ports. They may also have seen the graphs showing before and after images over China highlighting the decrease in pollution and heat from a suspension of industry. I’m sure I have seen one for Europe too because of a lack of cars on the roads but I don’t know how they can differentiate between vehicles and industry, I suspect the mention of cars was simply for the sake of a narrative.

I mentioned previously how I am really excited to see the longer term effects of this break in polluting and the Earth’s destruction, what the scientists will be able to tell us from a few months of clean air. This is unprecedented really because not for a second did anyone think we would actually be able to see what happens when capitalism grinds to a halt. Apparently stuff gets clean. Will the ice freeze again next winter too? Will anything happen to the jet stream that heats northern Europe from this chopping and changing of carbon dioxide and pollutants in the air and water? Will we be able to see how much the Earth is capable of cleaning and replenishing itself in such a short time. There are countless more things that my brain is unaware of or will remember later, but such opportunities for study and understanding have arisen from these circumstances.

As is clear I suspect this is only temporary, I imagine normal service will resume in a few months from now. Perhaps normal service is already far more active than I realise but I don’t doubt there will be a huge drive to return to previous levels of economic success and we all know what that means. Let’s hope that the shock of these pollutants returning doesn’t then really hurt the environment, that is always a possibility. What is interesting though is how people will view all this afterwards. People are very sceptical of anything new or unknown until they have seen it in action and one issue with this environmental damage is that it continues because it is normal. This day to day existence is normal for us.

Reusing things fifty years ago was once normal and now recycling is some kind of a new gimmick. We are terrible animals of habit and if we can create new habits we may just create a new normal. People have already started walking in parks, Snowdonia had it’s busiest weekend ever, people are getting into nature. If we have shortages people will just get used to reusing things and consuming less. Perhaps they will see photos of clean canals and realise it is possible to clean up our mess, that this huge unrelatable problem has all of a sudden become something understandable and achievable. Who knows really.

If we’re going to be open to the possibility that capitalism is going to use this opportunity to tighten it’s destructive grip we need to also be open to the fact that the very opposite could happen. All is unknown at present and while the unknown can be scary it has proven in the past to result in some of our greatest achievements as a species. We haven’t survived this long to let a little virus like capitalism keep us down, let’s not allow it to win now at this most important of junctures when it’s grip may just be at it’s weakest.