Congratulations to my Chav and Toff parody comedy creation by me, inspired by Chas and Dave, who are playing at the Ramblin’ Man festival this summer; a festival relevant for the Greenygrey, which started off with a rambling theme. Have I resurrected C&D’s career, as it’s the first time I’ve heard of them for a while; maybe I’m just out of touch? Yes, my C&T partner Georgia ‘Toff’ Toffola is the new Sunday Times fashion correspondent. There’s no such luck for the me, the chav half of my wholly created by myself parody comedy double-act, I’m afraid… despite being a PhD graduate!
Serious Social Commentary Not Relevant
Toff is working in fashion rather than politics or social commentary, so I know that a comparison with my qualifications isn’t relevant, even if I wanted to moan, which I don’t. I’m very happy for Toff, sincerely.
Moreover, she’s cited as following old favourite Tara Palmer-Tomkinson in providing an irreverent cynicism-free wry look at fashion to give readers a ‘weekly dose of sunshine’, for which I think she’s well qualified.
I’ve tried to mix humour with social commentary during the greenYgrey years, as well as creating new mental health helping concepts, such as PinkyOrangePurple POP and the mistYmuse.
However, partly from my background, and partly because I studied it in further education, and maybe because that’s the way my mind works, I still feel the need to provide some political and social commentary… even though I’d rather escape it and its repercussions most of the time.
The only time I can really escape those feelings is when I’m Beyond Humanity, such as travelling and being in the wild outdoors. I used to mentally escape beyond the Event Horizon of my mind (bringing space terminology into neurology is another concept of mine) but try to steer clear now.
Borgarfjordur Beyond Bonus
One morning in Borgarnes, Iceland on my recent trip I only went out to shop at the Bonus supermarket, but the pinky twilight kept me going across the bridge, and then I continued down the beach, and the next thing it was the sunset twilight; there’s only about seven hours between them at the moment.
It felt like a magically free day and the light matched it. Here it created a reflective silhouette at the top of Mount Hafnarfjall (hafnar means harbour and fjall is mountain in Icelandic) at the end of the beach. The mountain’s jutting ridge reminds me of a shark’s dorsal fin.