Boris’s Balanced Confusion.

Watched the four parter on Celebrity. Sickening dinnertime watching. The century begins with the paparazzi feeding us with puerile, largely fictitious gossip about stars, like Venus getting out of a limo showing her nickers. I doubt upskirting, there you go, isn’t in my spell checker’s lexicon. They make £000s per pic. The stars life is corrupted by 000000s of us paying good money to prey on them. Paris Hilton, no doubt upstaged as a child by her parent’s hotel chain, makes a career out of it as consolation. She earns $00000s. Others with picturesque bodies follow suit. Now I don’t know if it’s my own personal bitterness but hulks rarely have a philosophical temperament and big boobs do not an intellectual make. Don’t get me wrong, bodies are beautiful, but mine, at any age, would not be chosen for its muscular looks. So by 2010 the public focus was on celebrities who, with a few exceptions, needed zip up shoes and a PA to remember their name. They earned $0000 which seemed to give them a divine rite to have an opinion. And that opinion was, “fun, sex, drink and social media. And there began the ‘me-too’ Love Island generation where countless shows could promote perfectly ordinary big boobed muscular hunks to celebrity status and also earn $0000s by having a million followers eager to vicariously share their humdrum ordinary lives. That earned them even more by casually slipping in that they’d just bought a Marks and Spencer’s jumper, and how lovely it was to have sex in. And got so drunk they threw up all over it and had to buy another one. $catching. And then it was 2016 and the final act in this comedy of egocentricity. Certain politicians renown for their vane egoistic temperament found it was the perfect time to rise. Social media had found its new kings. They could say any damn fool thing and it be perfectly in tune with the zeitgeist where, ‘if it’s my opinion it must be true.’ Now in 2021 Trump is playing out his last days ‘phoning a friend’ like on HW2BaM while Boris is busy polishing his Brexit turd. And who comes out of this unholy mess on top? Who are the British public cheering on louder than any politician, influencer or social media star? A twenty year old footballer who’s known childhood poverty, who’s struggled from those humble beginnings to achieve excellence, who speaks simply and true. This, hopefully, is the true beginning of the 2020’s.