Sometimes

Back in 2016 when I interviewed Adrian Shaughnessy for the podcast, I asked him for a love and hate. I used to do that to sign off an episode. ‘The shark in the tank’ I called it because nobody is indifferent about the Hirst piece, are they?

He told me he was repulsed by corporate culture, how they were messing everything up for the rest of us.

Nine years later and literally everything we hold dear is in turmoil as the rich run roughshod in just about every facet of our societies, driven by narcissism and greed.

Some days I sit and fantasise about every one of us downing tools, holding global economies to ransom, taking back control.

Silly, I know. It’s not so much a hope, but a vision of someday, what might, in some alternate dimension at least, might be possible.

We’d pull the TV out of the wall, stop commissioning more plastic, and start singing, painting, playing, coming together in unbreakable bonds of spirit and flesh. We’d do it under swollen storm clouds and unbearable heat, and show original rebellion. Wait for the fat cats to drop dramatic weight as they run from packs of hunters, alive for the first time in forever.

And then I go back to my emails.