Spent the day in bed

I wish.

Remember duvet days? Prior to kids and all of the fun and games that goes along with them? Perhaps after a long night on call in the lab? Or maybe just because you couldn’t actually be arsed to do owt else.

Those were the days.

The primary reasoning behind spending the day in bed in those cases was sheer laziness. Morrissey’s new song, entitled… er… Spent The Day In Bed, suggests that there’s more to his choice of diurnal activity (or lack of it): the acknowledgement of privilege and with it, freedom, with lines like:

I spent the day in bed
As the workers stay enslaved

and

No bus, no boss, no rain, no train
No emasculation, no castration
No highway, freeway, motorway

It’s a great song, but do watch out for the rather too chirpy keyboard intro.
And Joey Barton in the video, bizarrely.

Whatever the excuse or the messages it sends out, I haven’t spent the day in bed today, or indeed for several (or more) years. But the temptation remains strong.

Societometer

I’m at Uncle Paul’s, that bastion of Southern Suburbs privilege, for the last time this evening. (Not for the last time this evening, although actually that as well, but I mean that it’s our final Uncle Paul’s.)
We are officially veterans. And I’ve noticed a couple of things over the years.

The standard of behaviour has steadily declined. Kids and adults. They may as well not bother with rules. And the level of parental responsibility seems to have gone the same way too. Now, those two may be directly linked – I’d guess that the latter directly exacerbates the former.

I would also suggest that it’s a perfect measure of the way our society is headed.

And that’s not ideal. 🙁