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Meanwhile, back at stately Wade Manor...
Apr. 3rd, 2003 11:00 pmToday I made a belated and probably futile attempt to pay off some of my outstanding karmic debt by donating several hundred back copies of 2000AD to the childrens wing at the local hospital (whether this counts as an act of charity is debatable; they were from the early 1990's - easily 2000AD's creative nadir). From my readings of Dickens, I'd been lead to believe that Childrens hospitals were crammed with pale, consumptive orphans on tap to be wheeled out to make touching and teary-eyed speeches of thanks to the man from the Big House who had deigned to show them charity before they expire in a picturesque way.
The sordid reality instead seems to consist of buzzcutted twelve year-olds either with a selection of newly inflicted injuries (either self inflicted or from the fight outside the pub last night), or in for their methadone prescription, or the poor thin girl I can only assume was there for her pre-partum examination from the size of her dress.
I'm not sure whether any of them'll be interested in reading comics like I was when I was 12.
(Why didn't I end up like the other kids from this town? I went to the same school, I grew up on the same street...how come I'm not now going cold turkey or serving 5 years for GBH like everyone else in my class at school? It's an abiding mystery to me.)
Depressing social reality aside, I've had a great week. The parents are on holiday, I've not been at work, and so I've been looking after what we call Stately Wade Manor (as in 1960's Batman: "Meanwhile, at Stately Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne and his charge Dick Grayson are discussing the Penguin..."). Sadly we don't have a batcave or even any firemens poles, but we do have a well-stocked fridge and lots of countryside nearby for walking in.
Hope you're all well. A week on my own leaves me feeling very mellow and well-disposed to humanity, but I think that we can expect that to change pretty rapidly when I have to start dealing with people again next week.
The sordid reality instead seems to consist of buzzcutted twelve year-olds either with a selection of newly inflicted injuries (either self inflicted or from the fight outside the pub last night), or in for their methadone prescription, or the poor thin girl I can only assume was there for her pre-partum examination from the size of her dress.
I'm not sure whether any of them'll be interested in reading comics like I was when I was 12.
(Why didn't I end up like the other kids from this town? I went to the same school, I grew up on the same street...how come I'm not now going cold turkey or serving 5 years for GBH like everyone else in my class at school? It's an abiding mystery to me.)
Depressing social reality aside, I've had a great week. The parents are on holiday, I've not been at work, and so I've been looking after what we call Stately Wade Manor (as in 1960's Batman: "Meanwhile, at Stately Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne and his charge Dick Grayson are discussing the Penguin..."). Sadly we don't have a batcave or even any firemens poles, but we do have a well-stocked fridge and lots of countryside nearby for walking in.
Hope you're all well. A week on my own leaves me feeling very mellow and well-disposed to humanity, but I think that we can expect that to change pretty rapidly when I have to start dealing with people again next week.
