To those of you who have had the joy of meeting me in person, you will know that I am a massive iconoclast.
Someone who holds nothing as sacred, holy, untouchable or better than anything else. All things are equal.
Some things are more equal than others.
Most noticeable the institution of being British. Specifically that bastion of Britishness the “Gentleman” (sometimes known as the ‘Chap’, and in scientific circles present in the form of the ‘Boffin’).
There have been many famous examples of this strange breed of man. Alas many have met a terrible end most in similar circumstances as the famous afternoon tea scene in ‘Carry on up the Khyber’ (too preoccupied with a good cup of ‘Brown Joy’ to save ones own throat).
A perfect example of the ‘Boffin’ Type would is easy enough to find. Below are Alan Turing (code breaker during WWII and forerunner in computing technology and AI) and Sir Barnes Wallace (inventor of the bouncing bomb, earthquake bombs and forerunner of the use of geodesic design in aircraft).
For the more common (although not as common as they should be in this great and wonderful isle) ‘Chap’ look no further than the pages of the monthly publication by the same name.
Here however is a modern ‘Gentlemen’ who appears to me what this modern era demands of us true Brits. A fusing of both these modern times, a lost golden era and the mislaid hopes and dreams of what this bright future should have been like.
I present to you the lyrical genius of Professor Elemental;
I am now off to make another cup of ‘Brown Joy’ and smoke my pipe whilst dreaming steam fuelled visions of Victoria’s empire rising again. I still find it hard to believe that the world bows down to those ruffians from the colonies.
“The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference – the only difference in their eyes – between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal”
Things I Should Have Learned by Now, Volume II
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Also with added weird….
A friend of mine, Rozz, is helping to organise a charity fund raising sponsored walk in aid of Ehlers Danlos syndrome.
You may be asking what the hell is that? And to be honest before I met her I had never heard of it either.
But I have seen and heard of the effects that it can have on a person. It is a genetic disorder with no cure, only a treatment of pain management and physiotherapy.
For a fuller description of the condition here’s a Wikipedia link, Ehlers_Danlos (I’m no doctor and this way any incorrect info is someone else’s mistake not mine).
I myself have had Arthritis from an early age (early to mid teens) which is steadily getting worse. This has always been an inconvenience to me and has brought me a fair bit of pain and discomfort over the years. In comparison to a person with EDS though I have been living in a wonderful mobile pain free world. I can aspire to be as positive and forward looking as Rozz.
She has magnificently arranged several of her friends to walk 131miles from Wallasey to Banbury (many will be wearing Zebra costumes/print clothing (EDSer’s = Zebras))
Here’s an approximation of the route
And here is where you go to help and donate, with a break down on the right of who the money will be going to help;
A group of my friends have offered to do and be involved with a sponsored walk in support of my illnesses, I suffer from Ehlers Danlos syndrome (EDS). People diagnosed with this connective tissue disorder (EDSers/Zebras) can be affected in almost every system within their bodies, organs, skin, joints, tendons, the list is endless. It is a very debilitating and painful condition which to date there is no know cure, all that is available is pain killers and physio which only makes the pain tolerable.
Help those Zebras get the money they need. Every little bit helps!