X Factor Final Night, the Nuremberg Trials to music. Screaming crowds at the mercy of their emotions, unaware those emotions have been carefully induced, nurtured and brought to climax. Do we kill Jews or vote for Joe? Luckily these emotions are happy ones. Joe, Olly and Stacy are extremely nice people and extremely good singers, and the judges are on the whole genuine. Yet something unsettles me. The super euphoria of a wedding day where ordinary people briefly play king and queen. It’s not that ordinary people aren’t the equal of kings and queens, they are, it’s that ordinary people, when they believe kings and queens are special can believe their own ordinariness is not. Maybe one of a million will go on to pursue his kingly role as a pop star and shoulder the complex yoke that goes with it, while the rest bear an ordinary yoke. Yet all bear a yoke just the same. And few learn the lesson of their eyes, that Olly from the call centre can be the equal of Robbie Williams in 8 short weeks.
So cherish this moment that you will tell your grandchildren about as a firework, a brief display or a new beginning and hope it will be one among many wonderful ordinary moments of your life.
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