Saturday October 29th 2011 Tim Candler
Outrageous the Northern
Mockingbird snipping at me for frost on the ground, horrible cold and
what from inside I am told is freezing fog, but which from outside I
cannot see at all because I am wearing socks and have on the romper wear
Inuit feel at home in. It's not my fault I look like this,
but he seems to think it is. So I snip back and we stare at each
other, and probably I should get some exercise to encourage circulation
which on a cold morning appears to avoid those vessels that take blood
to the brain.
I don't know how other comrades live without tobacco
and coffee, but there they are on the television, smoke free and bright-eyed
like school prefects in charge of the cold baths. I think it the duty of a
good comrade like "Up with Chris Hayes" to at least make the attempt to
appear hung over or foul minded or unshaven or deeply depressed.
Otherwise how on earth is a person like me supposed to get beyond unnatural
cheerfulness and down into the grit of who gets what and for god's sake why.