The phone-in host temporarily loses the will to live
Britain as a nation, or maybe just England it’s hard to tell from where I sit, is not a naturally happy entity. We seem to have talked ourselves via the media into a perpetual state of negativity. It was one of the main factors I tried to escape when I emigrated temporarily some years ago.
The grinding negativity can often get very wearing particularly if you’re prone to the dark clouds visiting yourself. It’s no great surprise that I ended up with a life partner not born into this culture and who was bought up in a somewhat more positive mental attitude environment (though I’ve done my best to drag said partner down to my level).
Don’t get me wrong, apart from the negativity, the sheer rip off high costs, the inbuilt small minded xenophobia inherent in much of the population, the Daily bloody Mail that stokes the fires of discontent, the blame culture, the ‘not in my backyard’ little Englander tendencies, the yob contingent, the obsession with celebrity and the inane, the growing divide between rich and poor and the return of class divisions, there are a few positives to living here (I just can’t think of them right now).
So it’s no surprise that as I settled down to listen to a phone in show last night the host had a minor Peter Finch-esque ‘Network‘ moment and just couldn’t face another night of moaning and negativity so abandoned his usual plans and asked for ‘reasons to be cheerful?’. It took a very long while for people to phone in with suggestions.