After the match

I haven’t blogged in a month of Sundays and I’m sorry about that. But not half as sorry as all those racist idiots should be for spreading their hate on social media after England lost on penalties to Italy in the Euros final last night.

They do not speak for me. Thugs.

I’m not a football fan but share my life with one. It was nail biting stuff last night. Heartbreaking is an understatement. Whoops and hollers, profanity and then a numbness that it was all over.

Still, we did brilliantly to get so close (but yet so far) to winning. I think Gareth Southgate is an absolute hero. His quiet dignity, his calm, kind manner and his sense of decency in an era in which cheating, dishonesty and selfishness is the dominant gene in society generally, well, it’s very humbling.

Our politicians who are so ready for a photo opportunity and Twitter soundbite should take a leaf from the Gareth Southgate book of life and embrace humility.

This morning feels downbeat, depressing and full of news that Covid is rampant all over the planet. What’s being billed as Freedom Day in the UK on 19 July is now being watered down, with caveats on this and that. Who knows what the future holds next week, let alone next month. Everything could change.

I started off playing ambient music to match my mood and help me focus on the many writing projects I’ve got to get finished this week. And then Mr Grigg linked his laptop up to a speaker and my Bristol-born husband started playing Adge Cutler. And oh how it cheered us.

I’d forgotten about this song but found myself singing along to the chorus. I remember my Zummerzet father using this refrain in everyday speech, possibly because two of sister-in-laws couldn’t reverse.

Now we’re onto The Sweet and Blockbuster, closely followed by Ballroom Blitz. Instantly, I think about my old physics teacher, an unlikely Sweet fan, but there you go.

And now we’re on Adge Cutler’s The Charlton Mackrell Jug Band and I am transported instantly to a tuneful rendition of the song by our friend Mr Loggins. Brilliant.

The power of music. It’s going to be one of those days.

That’s about it.

Love, Maddie x

By Maddie Grigg

Maddie Grigg is the pen name of former local newspaper editor Margery Hookings. Expect reflections on rural life, community, landscape, underdogs, heritage and folklore. And fun.

2 comments

    1. He was a poet in my view, with such a great way with words. We spent a rainy morning watching a great HTV documentary about The Wurzels on YouTube. Adge’s story and the band’s subsequent Number 1 success would make a good film.

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