I think there’s a famous film called that; and if there isn’t, there should be. And if there is, it’s clearly not famous enough for my search engine-addled mind.
Yeah. OK. I am a suspicious soul, and today I have lashed out unreasonably. And yes, I have lashed out. And for my anger, I am entirely to blame. The world can be a bastard, as last night it was; as over the past few weeks since my birthday in hindsight it clearly has been, but I don’t have to be a bastard back. Indeed, it is my obligation as a thinking being not to be.
And I have failed this obligation this weekend. And so I am sorry. And this sorrow is unreserved.
And, even so, I am unsure who I should apologise to. I guess those who aren’t bastards, even as they get caught up in my cross-currents of very real anger. But if I am indeed disabled, my disability lies in not being able to separate minions of a lowly order from bastards of a high.
And so that is my real challenge.
We shall see what tomorrow brings.
Apart from more photos.