A couple of very quick things tonight. Firstly, the Budget was yesterday. I’ve picked up the gist of it, the 20percent VAT, the slashed public spending, but I can’t entirely work out what the hell it all means. Not surprisingly the right-wing papers all say this is good and necessary to get us out of economic meltdown; the left-wing ones claim that it’s going to be the poorer people who pay for it. Anyway, this is all very boring and complicated and I don’t have either the time or the intellectual wherewithal to work out who’s right. But it would be nice to know, so I can have an informed opinion, at parties and stuff. Among people of my age and general lifestyle virtually everyone is anti-Tory and disagrees with the cuts to public spending, but an awful lot of them don’t understand it any better than I do, and are just saying the coolest thing they can. So, if someone who knows what they’re talking about fancies interpreting the Budget for the rest of us, in an independent way, that would be really useful. And better than virtually all our media have managed.
The other thing is lightning. There are thunderstorms forecast for the weekend. As you might know, I am TERRIFIED of lightning. I live in fear of being struck by it. If there’s a storm, I have to go and hide and whimper, ideally in a windowless room. I more or less expect to be killed if I so much as hear a distant rumble and the sky starts to go dark. Once on holiday I checked me and my wife into a different hotel from the one we were staying in, because there was a lightning storm and I couldn’t face walking back through it.
So – I asked a while back if anyone had interesting phobias. There were a lot of responses, all interesting, but many were more ‘strong aversions’ (cotton wo0l, fingers on blackboard, Fearne Cotton etc) than actual terror. Are there other people out there who are afraid of something more or less completely irrational? How should I solve this? Does hypnotherapy work? I’d like us to work through this together.
That’s all. Bed. I’ve been awake forever. It was a lovely day, though. I took the baby for a three-hour walk; he slept through nearly all of it. England won, uncomfortably, and are still in the World Cup for a few days. And most of us have never been in proper Trouble but there were some fantastic stories. And some alarming ones like getting punched in the face while accidentally intercepting a burglary. Also, I had some news today about a TV show. But I’ll save that for another blog. Bye for now.