Another year over, and a new one just begun.

On a personal level, I’m glad 2025 is finally over. On a national level, I fear much worse is to come. But, as John Lennon once wrote, “There’s a place I can go, and it’s my mind”. I went there over the Christmas season. Got quite a lot of writing done.

 This morning I wake to a light sprinkling of snow. Soon schools will all close, trains will stop running (wrong type of snow for them), hosepipes will be banned, supermarket shelves will be empty, there will be no toilet rolls in the shops, and doctors will ask for another 25%.

All text & pictures copyright ian gordon craig. 

Make it make sense.

 

"Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K, for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested".

No it's not the #UK news. It's the opening lines to Franz Kafka's "The Trial". His nightmare premonition of a totalitarian state.

 

I try to make sense of things. I should stop. Dramatic changes in the #UK are not due to incompetence. That’s the mistake people make. They are desired and intended. But their endgame is a mystery to me, and will no doubt remain so.

I used to think I knew what the role of a King or Mayor or policeman was. But I don’t. I used to think I knew how the benefit system, housing, or NHS worked. But I don’t. I used to think I knew what shoplifting meant. But I don’t.

In the distant past I was encouraged to sing Onward Christian Soldiers and recite the Lord’s Prayer. "I was just a child. Honest, guv, I didn’t understand what I was doing.” All that’s inappropriate conduct now. Like old social media comments, waiting, ready to condemn.

 all text and artwork copyright ian gordon craig