Guarded and spooky, take a smoke bomb to the moors.

I was sat in the bath this morning pondering. Of late every time I see the news on the television or hear it on Radio 4, my brain starts to shut down. It seems that the unending stream of horror that is coming out is killing off my ability to think. Time was that I could laugh at the news, or talk about it, or ignore it. But for some reason now I can’t, I get paralysed by it all.

Maybe there is too much. How many times do you have to hear the same story to realise that a) Its damn bad and b) there’s nothing you can do? Maybe I’m taking it all too seriously. So there are people burning and bombing and shooting and stabbing and causing all sorts of untold pain, suffering, grief and misery around the world. They must all be fools, so what more can you expect? Who but a fool would decide that the best way to lead their life is to beat up foreigners, rape children, murder people who perform their religion differently to themselves?

That is probably what the problem is. The world is full of fools who are being poked around and made to perform like puppets by people who want cash or power for whatever reasons, who in the final analysis are also fools. And I must be a fool for paying attention.

Is anyone actually surprised to see more pictures of the atrocities at Abu Ghraib? Or to see British troops beating civilians with truncheons? Or that the Guantánamo Bay Camp is a place of inhumanity and torture?

On a lighter note, we have booked ourselves into Not In Pill studios to do the session for the Beeb on the 20th of March. Hooorah! And it’s Friday! This is a good thing, traditionally. I think I will be keeping the TV off this weekend, and listening to Radio 3. Nothing bad ever happens on Radio 3. Is heaven like Radio 3? I hope so, only quieter.

Additional: This cheered me up. http://technology.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,,1711868,00.html