PARSON’S GREEN — My granny used to talk about her friends dismissively as “[name] enjoys poor health.” So when I grew up I thought that was just a normal expression.
But are we not pre-programmed at some level to relish our own potential misery? I know John Milton had a view.
This morning, for the first time, I listened closely to the words of an up-beat song on my iPod:
But now I look at love
Like being stabbed in the heart
You torture each other from day to day
And then one day you part
Most of the time it’s misery
As I left the house my attic-dwelling father-in-law helpfully pointed out that he’s counted 13 shop boarded-up between our house and the local Waitrose. Fortunately he’s not seen the whole block that’s boarded-up near Chelsea Westminster Hospital.
It’s not good.
But then again, how many great pop songs have you heard about bankers bonuses?