Like last week, I seem to have spent much of this weekend feeling worn right out.
In amongst periods of slothfulness we are ‘doing things’.
We have had a first run at quite a lot of my stuff that I have in storage.
The aim is to close things to a graceful consolidation and then get rid of whatever we both have left over.
It’s painful for me; I’ve had some of those things for years.
But at least we now have a cunning plan that revolves around getting the house finished.
I picked up Sam’s Superdream yesterday, having had its new speedo fitted.
It is a neat little bike, and handled surprisingly well.
I took the ZX10-R out afterwards, but some of the country lanes I chose were full of mud and cowdung.
In the evening we watched Jack Reacher 2 which was alright.
This morning Sam and I went swimming; by 08.00 we were ploughing lengths like turbocharged seals.
Or maybe she was, I was mostly sitting on the side basking, as seals do.
Later in the morning I went out with Sam (no, another one) for what I thought was going to be a gentle bimble through the lanes of Nottinghamshire.
Just short of a hundred miles later, I was back home, having covered roadmiles from Nottingham to Matlockin Derbyshire, then heavily across country to Clay Cross for a cup of hot chocolate, and then back down to home.
And some of those roadmiles were covered at a fairly rapid rate, because Sam doesn’t take prisoners on tarmac.
This evening Sam (no, the usual one) and I have watched most of The Woman In Black.
Then she trimmed and oiled my beard.
There was an illicit Chinese takeaway in there somewhere too.
So I haven’t done much, really, this weekend.
Yet I haven’t shed the feeling of ‘worn out-ness’ of last week.
And straight away people will say that Genesis didn’t break up in 1974, and that the band went on to continue receiving critical and sales success with other albums and stadium performances for many years.
And those people will be wrong.
Genesis died the day that Peter Gabriel left.
They went on to become an AOR band, then a pop band, and then a dad band.
I’m not sneering.
There’s nothing wrong with any of those things, and nothing wrong with Genesis being any/all of them.
It’s just that while Genesis changed course, and became those things, they stopped being the prog rock band that Genesis used to be.
I often wonder where Genesis would have gone if the band had kept the faith with their original drummer, the very amiable Chris Stewart, and not allowed Jonathan King to bring in Phil Collins.
Anyway, back to those wise and foolish virgins.
Later this year Sam and I will be going to see Elbow.
They acknowledge that the early Genesis played a significant part in influencing the way Elbow developed their art.
So like a wise (not foolish) virgin, I am being calm about the long-awaited visit to Elbowland.
Sometimes it seems that we have become obsessed with ‘having our say’.
‘It is my opinion and I’m going to bloody well give it to you’, is right up there along with ‘It is my human right that my entirely ignorant opinion carries as much weight as your very knowledgeable and well-informed argument’.
These are the people we, here in the UK, have become.
We thrust forward our opinion on things through every means imaginable.
Text voting, phone-poll voting, Twitter polls, consumer polls…
The list seems to go on.
I blame Simon Cowell.
And yes, we use all of these opinion-based tools (and more) because we love to give our opinion.
And that’s how the complete dogs breakfast that Brexit has come about.
And not just Brexit
And yet organisations, both public and private, fall over themselves to canvass our opinions on everything that could possibly exist (whether it matters or not).
From action required to safeguard the preservation of the humble bee to the determination of whether the village idiot of the USA should be given a state visit or not.
And by the way, USA, please keep your village idiot, we have one of our own.
And on that point, by the way, more people voted against Trump being given a state visit than was the winning margin for Brexit.
But I guess some opinions are easier to ignore if they are inconvenient?
Opinions and giving them.
And now on to voting in general.
I still vote, at every election, but it’s a waste of time really, because no matter who I vote for, the Government always gets in.
And as a result of that things, inevitably, get worse.
I’m still not sure how we are the highest taxed nation in Europe and yet our roads disintegrate through lack of maintenance if you look at them too hard.
But there is one poll that I love.
One vote that I follow closely, and partake in whenever a new poll is put in to the field.