How many straws in the wind does it take before they are a truth or a trend?
A few weeks back my weekly note generated a response from someone I know who concluded his remarks with: “Look forward to agreeing with next week’s sermon, as usual.” Hmmm.
Then, as I thought my note last week was rather good, I sent it to my brother in the fond expectation that he would bathe me in warm and gushing praise.
He replied with a quote from Rabelais: “Thank you Bishop, but my favourite part of the service was when the organist farted.”
Those responses clearly identified to me that I had fallen into that all too common media trap: writing in a pompous, or patronising, manner. Sometimes both.
As a consequence and in the traditional spirit of Christmas and the New Year, I have made a resolution.
I was inspired by something that Andy Wilman, the genius behind Top Gear, said about Punch magazine when it was slowly but surely dying: “They’re so busy being clever that they’ve forgotten to be funny and that’s because they don’t go to the pub, get pissed, and tell jokes.”
He’s absolutely correct. My resolution is that from the New Year I shall visit the pub more often and share farting organists with you, ignore all Bishops, stop writing sermons and start recounting jokes.
Life can be nasty, brutal and short. My aim is to help make it merrier.