Here’s hoping it’ll be a chatty new year for us
ONE week into 2015 already. The year is just rushing by – ha – but I hope it’s not too late to wish you a very happy new year. People often ask me whether I agonise over what to write each week, but with 300-plus columns since 2008, writing Bm@il is more of a chat with family or friends than writing for strangers.
Local gossip, current affairs, things going wrong – these keep us all preoccupied and columnists, whether writing for national, local newspapers, blogs, or the parish mag, just have the chance to share this with more people.
I’ve written about a weird variety of things, from infuriating train journeys to not being able to find a traditional ploughman’s lunch in pubs – with a whopping great pickled onion and NO meat.
And you have emailed back to sympathise, disagree, offer solutions or tell me off, like when I fed bread to the ducks, which is apparently a serious no-no.
These hiccoughs in our lives can be annoying, embarrassing or infuriating at the time, but the re-telling can eventually be amusing.
When I wrote about the time I gnawed my new dentist’s finger when he said ‘light’ to the nurse ( I thought he was saying ‘bite’ to me), it diluted the agony. Well, maybe not for the Uxbridge dentist, whom I haven’t seen since.
He may have been nearer to home – my reason for changing – but I soon scarpered back to my old practice in Hayes, where I remain.
Remembering these incidents, I was intrigued to read an article headed ‘Youngsters airbrushing reality with Facebook lies’.
Online communication is fabulous and I’d never go back in time, but rewriting history on social networks or papering over bad incidents by lying to make themselves look good is a bit too Orwellian for comfort.
False lives encapsulated in page after page of grinning selfies strikes me as weird and will certainly confuse future historians.
A problem shared, however, can bring unexpected results. Last year, residents, furious like me that their local cinema was refusing to show quality films, raised their heads above the parapet and eventually changed the Odeon’s mind-set.
Sometimes there are happy endings. We don’t always have to invent them.
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