Sometimes I like to watch the clock.  And whenever I do watch the clock I see that it’s 22.22.  That tends to freak me out.  It’s as though I have this inbuilt ability to just know that it’s 22.22.  It’s been going on for countless years now. 


I was quite perturbed earlier.  There I was, just minding my own business, dilly-dallying along and enjoying having the house to myself, when I read a comment about yesterday’s “currently reading”.  Oh my goodness … I was very shocked to realise that I’m so sweet and innocent that “Mr Pink-Whistle Interferes” just seemed like a very cosy and wonderful title for an Enid Blyton book.  But it made me wonder about whether or not a children’s book with that title would ever be published as a first edition in the modern day.  And then, of course, it made me think of how the lovely Mr Pink-Whistle can make himself invisible and toddle up to children’s bedrooms and cheer them up when they’re feeling down.  And sometimes he doesn’t even let their parents see him .  And he puts his arms around them, and bullies little boys who have been bullying other little boys.  What a diamond geezer!  It’s a shame that the world we live in now is governed by a paranoid people who tremble at the high-profile stories in the media and believe them to be a modern phenomenon.  What’s happened to being a child and having the opportunity to actually act like one?  Everything is so PC these days as well.  It annoys the pants off me.  Take “Blackboards”.  In the late Eighties it was deemed racist to continue calling them that and so teachers and children alike were encouraged to call them “Chalkboards”.  Then along comes a new invention.  The “Whiteboard”.  These are still known as “Whiteboards”.  Hmmm.  People are funny and they make me laugh.  Oh how I would have loved to have lived in those heady days when it was ok to talk to strangers like Mr Pink-Whistle and accept balloons off them, and all the neighbours got on and nobody needed to lock their doors at night, and nobody cared if you called a spade a spade…


Did those days ever truly exist?


God Bless my rose-tinted spectacles xxx Elsabeth


I can’t get Crash[?] by The Primitives out of my head

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2 comments

  1. Studies have shown that just about every “loony left” PC story of the 80s was either a fabrication or was magnified out of all proportion. I think it’s much more likely that blackboards went out of use because of the clouds of chalk dust and because they were less visible to the visually impaired.
    I suspect that many of the people who attack “Political Correctness” do so from the position that they miss being able to denigrate wops, dagos and other foreigners in vivid language.

  2. That’s not a bad song to have in your head!
    Well I remember having an Enid Blyton book when I was a kid called The Three Gollywogs.  The most racist book I’ve ever read in my life.  My sister and I were horrified when we got older that our parents had allowed us to read about the exploits of ‘Golly, Woggy and Nigger’ …

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