Strange Tales - musings of a sound monkey

I’d like to tell you about a friend of mine called Alison. Alison bakes. Alison bakes a LOT. she makes groovy things, like lemon drizzle cake, muffins, carrot cake. and she takes them into her work and shares them. and whatever new batch is being made, Alison lovingly teases colleagues the night before on FB to let them know what’s in store for tomorrow……

and because of what is going on countrywide with the troglodyte contingent of our society, she’s concerned this evening that to tell her colleagues what she’s baking seems trivial. I disagree. tonight more than ever, the things that people like Alison do are more important than ever. this was my reply to my friend…..

“nothing at a time like this is trivial, random acts of kindness are the beautiful things in this world that keep humanity just one step away from barbarism. keep baking and plotting, it’s a truly enlightening thing. f#ck it, maybe that’s what we should all do, let’s not let the events of this week be the epitaph of society; but everybody tomorrow, make something simple and give it to someone you care about. just that. be an Alison Martin-Campbell. just for a day, and let’s lift society out of the shattered glass and ashes.”

it wont change the shattered lives, wrecked by looting and violence and intimidation, and maybe I’m just an old hippy who was born in the year they stuck flowers down the barrels of guns, but I’m sick of violence, disrespect, anger, and selfishness. I’m sick of retribution and revenge. I’m tired of people not taking responsibility and pride in their own role in society. maybe we should all just bake, give a small bun to someone you love or care about tomorrow. it won’t change a thing, but for one small moment, society will be a better place, and it will be your fault. con te.