They demonstrate our individuality. Without them we become
like any other town moving steadily to a place for morons with no particular
interests in life. The home for the hopeless - those that decry people who have
a spark of life about them. Those that favour shades of grey rather than
beautiful autumn colours that we have at present.
Those that seek refuge in the ordinary - people without spirit - people who
drink for its own sake, who smoke to calm their nerves, who can't see a reason
to get out of bed in the morning, who can't find the energy to go down to the
pub, who sit miserable, alone, at home, who take drugs, both on the health
service and the illegal kind, people who eat for comfort, who are couch
potatoes, people who don't think for themselves and are manipulated by the
media, where the interest is not just the TV but now the computer, the
Internet, the faceless Facebook, Twitter, the latest gadget i-phone, those with
no interest in creative activities - art, music, walking in the countryside - a
load of Zombies.
Thankfully Ulverston still has many people ( most I believe)
who take life by the short and curlies and continue to 'live' and add a
cheerful spark to what otherwise could be a dull existence; people that show
initiative and entrepreneurial spirit, people we fight and struggle in
adversity. People who do crazy and pointless things like lighting 500 candles in the pooring rain, sing and perform music and celebrate their foolishness at the pub afterwards, people who gatherround the bonfire and are persuaded to sing scout songs for no reason other than they wanted to, people whose conversation starts " Remember the evening we sang carols in the pooring rain and joked about the fact that we were getting wet through."
"It's good to be mad . . . - in fact it's good to join the mad people"
"It's good to be mad . . . - in fact it's good to join the mad people"
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