There are times, as a blogger, when the well runs a little dry. It’s not that you’ve got the curse of writer’s block – although I guess you’d have to be a writer to qualify for that 😉 No, instead, and at least for me, there’s this fog. A dull grey nebulous sensation of uninspiring meh. I know that’s not a word, but just go with me on this for a mo, okay? 🙂
I guess, there’s nothing I have to get off my chest. No tales to share or point to make. But, and to be honest with you, I feel that that’s laziness on my part. You make the time, dear reader, to subscribe to these mostly one sided chats of mine – well some of you – and those that do, some of you are kind enough to comment as well. For that, I’m thankful. At least it’s not me typing into the void. 🙂
So with my prattling out of the way, what shall we talk about? The truth of it is that I didn’t have anything tucked up my sleeve. Nothing I’d stashed for a rainy day – or perhaps more accurately – a dry day as I’ve alluded to.
With all that said, I’ve just switched off the telly after watching the programme on Eddie Izzard’s marathon running for Sport Relief. It was that programme that turned the creative cogs in my head. As he ran on, so my emotions and spirits were raised. He ran these marathons for Sport Relief last year and while I read a little about it, I think the support/production crew have really managed to capture the essence of it. I found it inspiring that he’d done it. Regular readers will know I just don’t ‘get’ sport. But with someone like Eddie, someone more renown for other talents, the fact that he just threw himself into it was very impressive.
There are personal moments to the journey too. The visit to his old house where his mum passed away was very touching. As much as we read or see of idiots out and about, the Great British Public loves to surprise you. Some made the effort to run with him, to talk and to try and raise his morale. Just jogging alongside and offering a little help. Sometimes, I wonder if that’s all it comes down to. Being there for people and helping when they need it.
For those of you who’ve just beamed down to this planet – oh, and welcome, by the way 🙂 – Eddie’s also famous for being a comedian… and a trans one at that. An ‘action transvestite’ he said in the programme. I can’t say I follow his comedy per se, but what I’ve seen I’ve enjoyed. In terms of the trans elements, I know not everyone is comfortable with the idea that one person can speak for us all. How could that be true? My feelings are not his and your feelings are not mine. Sure, we share this quirk of genetics that makes us dabble in the pink arts, but we are all people in our own right. So too is Mr Izzard. I think with the media, there’s a risk that you could be pigeon-holed as being the ‘transvestite comedian’ but somehow he’s managed – at least in my eyes – to duck that noose and just do his own thing.
Good luck to him I say and I’ll be putting a few quid in the coffers of Sport Relief for his efforts.
[ Today’s lyric: Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine ]