This is from today’s paper. Above the police, below the homeless. A school (which both of my daughters attended) is asking parents to sign a pledge requesting the entire family reduce ‘phone time’. Which is brilliant. The school was always at the cutting edge of cool, leading the way in eating disorders, producing alcoholics and being a place for really good quality drugs. Oddly it was pretty good academically too. But smartphones are killing society, I have no doubt personally, and any action is good action. They’re trying to kill our zombies!

As younger daughter commented, what a tragedy that instead of getting fucked up in the park with 4 bottles of cider and an eighth of Skunk, these kids are at home on Instagram looking at pictures of each others’ shoes. And what they had for dinner (before they threw it up). The wastage of youth. As opposed to the wastage of youths.

This pledge is for the whole family. Mum & dad too. No phones at the mealtable. No phones an hour before bed. Chargers OUTSIDE the bedroom. And not only is this a great idea but it was actually proposed by some of the girls in the 6th form as part of a psychology project. I hate clever bastards normally but this is inspired and could change the entire fabric of our future as human beings.

It will never work. The force is too strong, alas and alack.

And I think I’ve changed my mind about Brexit again. Don’t want another vote, want ‘the deal’. The only deal. The shit one. With holes in it. And a massively humongous national bill attached. But it is what it is and its better than nothing. So be it.

However, one of the main reasons for the ‘second vote’ or ‘people’s vote’ is that ‘we were chronically misinformed by both sides before the referendum’. And we were. Abysmal. David Cameron’s scare tactics, Boris’s stupid fucking ‘365 million pounds a week to the health service’ if we left, all total bollocks. All exaggerations of worst case scenarios. All with ulterior motives or halves of stories. Yet now, as I listened to Mark Carney, the gov’nor of the Bank of England the other night, I had cause to think; its happening again. The Brexit-bollocks. The exaggerations. The possible-but-unlikely effects. And I like Mark Carney and like him I didn’t want to leave Europe and still don’t. But he went too far with his doomsdaying.

Which just goes to show; you can’t believe ANYTHING about Brexit, from absolutely ANYONE. Except me.

Happy Friday.
Don’t read this on your phone.

A xxxx