Location: Keynes College, UoK
Mood: Fairly optimistic and quietly content
Days since wanking: Five
Today I have some essays to do for English; one on James Joyce's Dubliners, and one on Jane Eyre. They're due in tomorrow, at twelve noon. I've kind of left it a bit late - considering I haven't a clue what they're supposed to be about - but I haven't felt any juice till now, and that's the way it goes for me, I can't do anything till then. But I'm not stressed at all - surprisingly so - and I think I must have learned to trust the juice. Things always get done, it seems.
In other news, has anyone been struck by the recent trend for clapping, or is it just me? I first noticed it in Paris at Amma's (the Indian saint/mystic I go and see), where people applauded after every song, which they never normally do. Then I was at this Anglican church in Whitstable, and the congregation clapped after every announcement, which struck me as a little odd. Finally, there was the whole thing with the death of legendary drunk footballer George Best, the traditional minute's silence being replaced by a minute's 'spontaneous applause' and his funeral procession being greeted likewise. Is something going on? Is stoicism and quiet reflection being replaced by a more celebratory response? Or has it always been that way, and I've just never noticed it before?
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