I’ve let the day run through my fingers again.  It is now one hour and fifty three minutes to midnight and I don’t even know what I’m going to write about. There isn’t even anything I can use in my drafts folder.

I note from checking the internet that Black Lives Matter called off their demonstration in London today rather than contribute to the problem. That, I feel, was the right decision and has put them right back on the moral high ground. Really, being anti-racist is to always have the moral high ground, but you know what I mean. Vandalism never looks good. An organisation that will give up its right to make a peaceful protest is clearly one that will, eventually, prevail.

The trouble with modern life is that we have so many people who know “their rights” and not enough who are prepared to think things through. Just because you have a right doesn’t mean you should exercise it. If I were ever to go on Room 101, “people who know their rights” would be top of my list.

Talking of this, we had a right to protest about Tibet when the Chinese President visited during the early years of Tony Blair’s premiership, but we weren’t allowed to exercise this right because Tony Blair was concentrating on trade. Tony Blair went on to even greater hypocrisy, we allowed various other shady dealings and I got older. With age comes the realisation that you can’t do anything about it, which is why I confine myself to shouting at the TV and asking young people to stop mumbling.

In the meantime I’ve been thinking about statues.

I haven’t come to any conclusions, I just thought I’d tell you I’d been thinking of them.

I quite like civic sculpture (or public realm enhancements to use the jargon term) and think we should have more of it. We have some round Nottingham on roundabouts, such as a depiction of the Flying Bedstead, racehorses outside the race course and various robins and wickerwork. I’ve often thought they would make a good subject for a series of posts but it’s tricky parking and taking a photo when they are on a busy road.

The timings contained in this post may be nonsensical as I note my watch and computer clocks differ by over an hour. I’ve been using the computer as the more reliable one but just did a time check and my computer clock seem to be 77 minutes slow. Technology! Pah!

Photos are selected from the free Media Library as I can’t find any of mine and didn’t want to steal photos from the local paper.