The depression and desperation that I feel at the moment is almost palpable, perhaps it has something to do with being on ‘Nights’ or perhaps the wettest June / July since records began in 1910, but I think it has a lot to do with coming back from Germany and a hope to move there.
After reading an article about the decline of Great Britain from being one of the three World Superpowers 70 years ago to being ‘a small Island off the coast of Belgium’ traumatized by its loss of influence I can only reflect and compare on how we became to be in the state we are in.
The 30 minute ride from Liverpool International Airport – sorry John Lennon International Airport, as aping the US practice of naming Airports after people – to Liverpool South Parkway Station summarised, rather effectively, the state we are in this country.
The Airport seems nothing more than a souped up regional airport, with the ‘International’ tagged on because it has a flight to somewhere beyond the UK, perhaps once a week, it has one terminal building and it is fairly manky; outside there are vague references to the Beatles, a Yellow Submarine was the one that stood out, but that was 50 years ago and the airport, like the UK, seems faded, harping to a golden past. The service is equally as lack lustre, having to interrupt a conversation to get information from the Information Booth I feel like I am an inconvenience, after the information has been given they go back to their conversation.
On the railway station three teenagers are laying on the floor, another one is messing about with the Lifts, it is all fairly sad, and all too predictable. Getting my rail ticket the woman behind the Counter gives an added dimension to the term brusque – I think it is downright surly, but my partner hurries me on – he has grown to accept it, or has learned to distract me because he knows I will get angry. This is the UK, a sad, down at heel, shanty town where people have forgotten to care.
The Lift smells of piss – I had forgotten that this happened whilst I was abroad. I despair. We have come to accept this state of affairs.
The sense of desperation rises from the Lift smelling of piss to the upper echelons of Government, it’s just one more crisis, just one Minister unable to be honourable as they bleed the system dry. We are no longer shocked, or outraged, by the shady dealings of our country, we accept as an acknowledgement of the social decay of our society – this is what it must have been like as the Roman Empire wobbled on the edge of oblivion.
One day, hopefully not soon, the UK will have a new Monarch, we will wake up and realise what we have become, what we have lost, that the world has coped with history and moved on, one day we will wake up, but not today.
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else, that is life’s greatest accomplishment…