Scurry has written about memories. The skies over London have been similarly homeopathic this weekend–clear blue skies (like water), with no aeroplanes (like homeopathic preparations).
The Memory of Air Flight.
I went up Stave Hill yesterday and shot the video you see above. Usually the skies of London are criss-crossed with contrails: City Airport is to the east, just beyond Canary Wharf and Heathrow is southwest of us. Both very busy airports. But yesterday there was nothing. If I said that if you looked carefully you could see where the aeroplanes used to fly, you’d laugh at me, and rightly so. No memory of flight, there.
But the muppets are still at it. Homeopaths without borders? Oh please. If this isn’t a joke, it’s immoral and obscene. Playing on the good name of Médecins Sans Frontières to go and wave dehydrated water (yes, I know) at people who really need proper, medical help. Just in case you wondered, Muppets without borders is “Not associated with Doctors Without Borders”.
Oh, that’s all right then. Excuse me, I think I need to go and have a decidedly non-homeopathic vodka.