Imagine a future where our great grandchildren look back and say, ‘Yes, it was hard. Yes, they made mistakes. Yes, they left it way, way too late, but that was because they didn’t know what to do. And my goodness, when they had the visions, they threw themselves into making them happen. And we’re here now, living lives we love, because they took the risk to change the way things worked…
Everyone dreams: not everyone dreams lucidly, but it’s there for those who want to step into a world (many worlds) where anything is possible. Here is the gateway to all possible futures, and the answers, if we persist, to all possible questions.
“We won’t defeat these people by fighting their warriors. We beat them by fighting their gods. We need to kill their gods.”
So says David Morrisey in his role as Aulus Plautius, the Roman general charged, at least outwardly, with the subjugation of Rome’s latest source of plunder and taxes in the new TV series Britannia.
There was a time when I thought I wasn’t a feminist. I was young, gay (in all senses) and worked in the male-dominated field of veterinary surgery and truly believed that as long as I could anaesthetise the next horse and get it safely back on its feet without killing it – which is a lot harder than it might sound; horses start to die the moment you lay them on their sides and if you lie them on their backs, the window is far, far smaller – then my gender, indeed my sexual orientation, was of no consequence.
Ian McEwan wrote a lengthy piece in yesterday’s Grauniad. Reading it reminds me why I am beyond glad that my academic years were spent in Veterinary science, not English literature, or, heaven forfend, in a Creative Writing course where they (I assume?) teach perfectly sane men and women that the following constitutes reasonable thought: