“Alright, alright I’m coming!”……Morag shuffles to the door removing 2 meters of gold tinsel and her pearl tiara. Tripping over her new hot water bottle, Tom-Tom, handbound leather journal with her name on the front for her sketches and what must seriously be the most enormous and expensive leopard print handbag ever made she begrudgingly waves goodbye to the holidays………
THE BIRDFEEDER OF TIKRIT
When Morag was a wee lass, Ruby, the kind lady who was put in charge of deportment and other such matters for Miss Mindbender (mother being too busy being social and arranging flowers), fulfilled her role by filling the child’s head with sayings. One of her favorite admonitions was “If we do that it makes us no better than them….”
The recent execution of Saddam Hussein reminded me of this. Mst Sargeant Robert Ellis, a nurse who took care of Saddam for 19 months, talks of a man collecting crusts from his prison meals to feed the birds and who upon hearing about the illness of Ellis’ brother put his arms around him and said ‘I will be your brother’. We can spew forth a litany of his transgressions, ‘animal’, ‘butcher’ etc. the fact of the matter is that for at least one moment watching the man standing tall while minions in balaclavas scuttled about him you had to credit his dignity. Can you imagine George W.B.’s deportment in such a scenario?
Morag believes the death penalty is wrong. Not wrong when it’s someone we feel sorry for who has been caught dealing drugs in a country that doesn’t show Coronation Street – but wrong period.
This means if it’s wrong for Joe Bloggs then it’s also wrong for Saddam Hussein. In my opinion participating on any level in the execution of Saddam Hussein makes us, as Ruby would say, ‘no better than him’…….and I for one feel ashamed.
A PRETTY BRACELET
A personal safety firm (?) has decided there is a gap in the market they can fill while also performing a social service. There is such a huge problem now with young girls drinking, passing out, not knowing who/what/where they are that the IdentifyMe company has decided that a pretty shiny bracelet with the young lady’s name and her parents’ phone number is the best way to deal with the issue. So with a couple of Swarovski crystals dangling around her wrist young ladies from one end of the country to another are now free to sally forth to the nearest town centre to vomit and disgrace themselves with impunity. Safe in the knowledge that anyone can look at their wrist, read their name and call Mummy and Daddy to come and pick them up and hose them down. Charming, just charming.I guess ‘if you can’t remember your name, your number or where you live maybe you’ve had too much’ is too boring a thought to be considered. Sometimes I despair – but hey as long as this company is collecting their £35 – £70 what matters your daughter’s dignity?
SEVEN FOR OH-SEVEN
Over the years Morag has assiduously avoided New Year’s resolutions but in the spirit of having a response 12 months from now for Bel’s ‘7Best Things I did this year’ I thought a bit of forward-planning might not go amiss. So this year Morag promises to try to :
1.Dance barefoot in the rain on Dartmoor
2.Finish Immanuel Kant’s – Critique of Pure Reason
3.Squiggle my way onto Question Time
4.Know more of the Bible than I currently do
5.Initiate or participate heavily in a far-reaching social initiative
6.Go to Paris and eat cake
and last but definitely not least………
7.Be more passionate about the things that matter and less passionate about the things that don’t
Let me know your 7 for 07……….
HAPPY NEW YEAR