decluttering people by Simon Aulman
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(an ambient track - hopefully with enough roughness to have a bit of individuality and therefore to have been worth doing - and maybe even worth hearing - but also with enough smoothness to pass easily thru without touching the sides - maybe a great moment connected with the music and then painlessly the moment and the music are gone and the crowd move on)
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Now that there's a bit more socialising going on I'm really starting to wonder what the fuck I thought I was looking forward to. After yesterday's fiasco, meeting a few people who I thought were friends but who I was reminded were just twats, I'm starting to hope that the vaccines fail suddenly and we all have to go into isolation again for another year.
No one knew that I'd been to Pagham the previous day and by the weirdest coincidence the subject of Pagham Harbour came up yesterday and K asked how far away it was from Southampton and A said about 60 miles and I said I'd just returned from the place and it's not as far as that and A (who used to be a nice friend) sneered about how would I know? and I'm not a snob or an anti-snob but I do envy that public-school confidence where you are always right even when you are wrong.
And K just talked and talked and talked, all about himself - how fucking brilliant it must be to so totally lacking in self-awareness that you can't even see how bored everyone is around you. And then K and A and B started going on about fucking Brexit - jesus fucking christ, they really have taken the kool-aid - about how the dud vaccine roll-out in the EU is the UK's fault and then their continued whines about an imagined loss of easy cheap holidays in other people's misery.
I said nothing - I'm a lefty brexiteer, the only 2 sensible things to be, but when you're up against people who think they're left but whose selfish love of cheap holidays and cheap mobes and cheap labour is bigger than any idea of decency then you can't do anything.
An hour sitting in a cold park listening to all this shit. And it came back - how rare are the good people - the funny ones, the tolerant ones, the kind ones, the unsneering and unsuperior ones, the ones who don't know it all and who want to keep learning and helping and laughing - so that's what the end of lockdown must be about all over again - finding those rare people and dumping these twats.
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(recorded 6 april 2001. photo of dungeness by VO)
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