Happy Restivus
May your days be sherry and fight
I’ve not posted for a bit; had a number of Health Problems on and off this year, over which we’ll draw a veil. Sometimes my condition seems to mirror the state of the world generally, now I’m 60.
But I’ve not been entirely idle. With what energy remained I’ve been doing deep research into little-noticed Bad Things happening in so-called democratic nations, including the UK, and will start unleashing the beasts over the ‘holidays’. (They include Wales getting shafted, as per).
You know those drunken question games people play, like “What’s your stripper name?” (Tinkerbell Princess. Yes, really). Or, “If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?” Invisibility, always. And I’ll tell you for why.
Observe the slow leak of the Epstein files lately. Even with the great extent of ludicrous and illegal redactions, it’s obvious that the level of depravity and global reach of that demon’s operations were staggering. And that’s just from what little we know publicly. Or look at the things that keep coming out about rancid people like Nigel Farage and Steve Bannon – often uttered by the cretins themselves. If this is what they say publicly, I ask myself, what on earth are they saying and doing in private? (I fling the phrase ‘He needs his hard drive checking’ around on social media like it’s an idiom, but it’s no joke).
In response, I suppose, to the immense sense of powerlessness I imagine many of us feel these days, I developed rich fantasies in which I could render myself invisible at will. I’d then follow the monsters home, record them using their own purloined devices, and use their own socials to share evidence of their monstrousness with the world, bringing them down.
A girl can dream.
It eventually occurred to me that, just because that would be impossible in practice doesn’t mean I can’t bring it to life in some other way. So I’ve been spending some time while in recovery learning to be a cartoonist. And it transpires that naming this space The Bite was a very happy accident indeed.
I’ll launch here in the new year.
In the meantime …
… here are some hints of the schadenfreude to come.
I’ve long felt pulled in two directions, journalism and the arts. At last I know that we don’t have to choose, or feel conflicted. Together they are incredibly powerful.
I’m aiming high and hard for 2026. You?
Have a restful week or two my friends; gawd knows you’ve earned it. Thank you for being here. It helps more than you can ever know.
I keep following and waiting for the one thing which will topple the whole house down. And I keep waiting. Even though the weight of evidence was clear even before the election to anyone who cared it wasn’t enough. What on earth will it take. It is only the charge of treason which will topple the whole evil regime. Is it just me or does it feel close now?