Tonight, while the rest of the Croxii are glued to the feculent trailer-trash chav rubbish that is the Xcreta Factor, I have decided to something creative. I missed the first part of the show by taking Canis Croxorum for a refreshing evening walk along Cromer East Beach.
Cromer East Beach, refreshingly, about an hour ago.
I am now taking refuge in my WearableOfficeTM, listening to Deep Purple at full volume through my noise-cancelling headphones, bracing myself against the orcs without, and trying to think of other ways of being creative.
Happily I have plenty with which to occupy myself. There’s still copy for the next issue of Mallorn that needs editing, and I need to get my head around my next column for BBC Focus. As the summer disintegrates into autumn, I expect I shall have some books to start writing, too.
What is the appeal of the Xcrement Factor? I guess it panders to the dreams of millions of the tattooed, obese, chain-smoking, attack-dog-owning, shell-suited lower orders, who have no prospect of doing anything in their whole lives except consuming, producing nothing except dribbling spawn to be nurtured by the state, even from their nursery years when they arrive at school unable to use a lavatory or a knife and fork.
It panders to the idea that one can achieve fame and … what was it? …. ah, yes, ‘celebrity’ … in an instant, overnight, with little in the way of application. There are people not a hundred yards from where I sit who live their entire lives supported by the state, and say things like ‘The Council is coming tomorrow to give me a New Kitchen’, as if such things fell from heaven, rather than being funded by people like me, who, if they want a new kitchen, have to make it themselves out of scrap wood and castoffs. Phooey.
It also panders to the idea that the only way out of one’s existence in Liverpool, say, is by singing. As if worthwhile careers such as plumbing, or, perish the thought, science, were out of the question, demanding abilities such as being able to read and right write. In such a way do the Morlocks play at being the Eloi. But they’ll always be Morlocks underneath.