Today I got sucked into the swamp that is the Twitter discourse on ideological purity, and now I'm feeling very old and tired. I was reminded of a song by one of my favourites, the post punk band New Model Army. The chorus goes as:
All we wanted was a cause that we could fight for
One chance for the heroes to win the day
All we wanted was a chance to see the world
In black and white instead of a hundred shades of grey
I feel that's apt. Incidentally, NMA have a concert tomorrow. I should probably drag myself out and see them. My mind could do with a cleanup.
i only go to twitter (via browser,without account) with FFP2 and gloves. and disinfection. and still,it feels like you cleaning out a cat toilet. Who would have thought that 10 years ago?
That is an excellent mental image. Thank you for that! It just about captures how filthy I feel just for reading through that slough