If nothing else we live in interesting times!

September 20, 2013 at 1:06 am (Commentary)

Something – that great Beatles song!

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

You’re asking me, will my love grow?
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around now it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know

The way things are shaping up in the ACT, I’ll soon to able to marry my mate. I must say the prospect doesn’t grip me! But then again, one man’s meat is another man’s poison.

I’m not sure the above song could be sung at my wedding, but then one never knows.

A friend of mine some years ago was carrying on with a married woman, and she suddenly got pregnant. He wasn’t worried because he said he’d done his sums. Not myself having too much faith in his maths, I was not as confident as he was, in that he was not the father.

In this day and age one is not permitted to speak of : cutting off a slice or being red-blooded. If a term like this slips out my feminist friends go up in arms!

One, of course, should never say as I sometimes say: I need a bad woman.

A philosopher friend of mine once told me that the average red-blooded male only loses the sex urge three days after death!

First world countries have the luxury of being rather obsessed with sex. Their societies are flooded with pornography and commercial sex. The Internet is a hot bed of debauchery and unspeakable visions, as Henry Mayer prophesied it would be years ago. Even a rather self-respecting male like the writer is sometimes tempted to exchange a few dollars for a quick roll in the hay! What all this does for the concept of romantic love and relationships I hesitate to say!

A film like Brief Encounter starring Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson made in 1945; a rather beautiful protrayal of love and romance, would hardly get any regard/currency with the general public today.

There’s no doubt that sex is a great thing, but if its pleasure becomes all there is to it, I fear for such societies.

I must confess in my case the her is always there not the him, and I identify with the song, and agree that there is:  Something in the way she moves (and)
Attracts me like no other lover… 

Another thing that bugs me in today’s thinking is the word, spirituality.

A definition: OED: “spirituality The quality or condition of being spiritual; attachment to or regard for things of the spirit as opposed to material or worldly interests.”

In Australia the indigenous are always described as spiritual, whether they are bush dwellers or dysfunctional urban people. I never seem to hear the British, or those of British descent described as spiritual.

I must confess that I’m rather proud of my English ancestors who hailed from Shepherds Bush in London. Some of them in my book were truly spiritual.

At this stage I’ll end as I’m sure I’ve irritated enough people!

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1 Comment

  1. David Wall said,

    There’s big groups in the UK that look to ancient Celtic spirituality and have their sacred spots like Australian Aboriginals do, places like Stonehenge and Glastonbury Hill etc. A lot of them would be describing themselves as spiritual. Some of them might be described as dysfunctional urban dwellers too.

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