radar 10 July 2008
So, as you all probably now know, the radar failed in Dublin airport yesterday and that has spooked me quite a lot. Not so much that I was allowed fly during the crisis (well, you know what I mean -someone else flew the plane I was in) because I reckon an adult took a view and thought they could manage to drag a plane across the Irish sea at least without too much of a mishap |(you can practically see it with the naked eye all the way) – it’s that the magic FAILED. We rely so much now on things that most of us don’t understand (which is probably stupid) that we are really putting our faith, essentially, in magic. Recently, for example, my email went a bit nutty and I realised I don’t remember how I got started with it – I must have gotten an email address and all that but it was an AGE ago and it’s forgotten. Maybe, once upon a time, I understood/got bet into me at school how electricity works but I don’t recall it now. The magic broke yesterday…that’s not good. I tip into right old very late middle age tomorrow – that’s another broken thing right there – I’m not happy about it at all, at all. I need the magic. I WANT the magic, dammit.
