Yes, we are there again. Shops in Scotland have sold out of toilet paper. Morrisons has introduced toilet paper rationing. I really feel I am living in a dream – surely the world cannot be this crazy.
I enjoy liquorice – and now I read about a man that died as a result of eating it. I have several packets waiting for me on the table downstairs. Should I risk eating it? It is Scandinavian style, which is a lot stronger than normal UK stuff. I love Cactus flavour.
But it does have laxative qualities – is it wise to eat it with the imminent toilet paper famine?
Then I see the Labour Party leader arguing for more money to be given to business owners. I am getting really confused.
And now we have the Glasgow conference on climate issues coming up, and in the run up we have a series of announcements from Boris at the UN that sounds progressive even by Green Party standards.
No, I really have entered an alternate universe.
Just a short time ago I was listening to a young teenager at the Amos conference talk about the future he dreamed about. It wasn’t going to Mars, or exploring distant galaxies. It was a world hat rediscovered local communities. And here we are in the middle of a pandemic that has created a world where this now looks not only viable, but prefferable.
Today I spent time discussing “The Brack Report” with a friend. It was made decades ago and was a future gazing exercise about energy. Things that were beyond belief in those days seem to be close to reality today.
Maybe we can follow dreams, but I still feel out of place. Another sign of age? Maybe, but at least I can look forward to this over the weekend: