England Football Kit: Keir Starmer Urges Change Over St George's Cross Design
Colourful, personal politics.
Newsflash⚡ writes fictional stories inspired by global headlines. This story jumps into the reality TV show of politics, and frames the experience of the political against the personal; how each of us are affected by memory and our (often random) sense of what is important.
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England kit: Keir Starmer urges change over St George's Cross design - BBC News
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… to be honest, I don’t know why things like this bother me, but they do.
It’s hard enough finding the time to write this, or finding any time, in fact, in which I can properly unpack my thoughts.
Hardly unexpected, I suppose. It’s been a productive week - the usual lobbying for an election, which I do not have to relay in detail (for all of the chaos the cameras cause, they do at least save me from having to record my own every move.) Strange - it never entered my mind that, some day, I might take a moment like this. For some reason, I find myself thinking of that house, the homestead at the edge of Haye’s woods.
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It strikes me suddenly that I ought to write freely.
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Grander.
It was much grander than mine, and you had to walk a good long way to get to it. It was over on the outskirts of Haye’s Wood, over the hill from our village, just before the tree line stopped, and fields rolled flatly towards the A63.
It was three stories tall and painted in a pristine white, with a dark thatched roof that hung over various oddly-shaped windows. The only open window was the loft - I remember, because the house itself was abandoned. And yet it was so impeccably clean.
It became something of a trek to walk with my friends to this distant house - over the ridge, sometimes early in the morning, sometimes in the early evening, and if not aim specifically for the house, then pass it. Looking through the windows one found fully furnished rooms without a sheet of covering nor speck of dust. The lawns and patio were kept tidy, the walls repainted, the windows spotless. Something of a fantasy developed - a world in which a group of mysterious people from around Oxted came and functioned, in some capacity, as part of this house - a great number of people, a moving and illusive conglomerate.
There were too many days and nights spent without seeing the house to confirm our theories; even my old friend Johnathan, who went once during the early hours of the morning on his push-bike, saw nothing but the roof in the mist. Besides, there was school to attend, and it was several miles to actually reach the clearing in which the house stood. As a result, our suspicions remained unconfirmed. But I remember that intimate, important feeling of mystery, of a secret or puzzle that could only be solved by us. I wonder still, to this day, what that house might look like now.
But instead, here I am, having to make statements - today, concerning the collar of a football t-shirt.
I don’t know why things like this bother me, but they do, after all.
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England kit: Keir Starmer urges change over St George's Cross design - BBC News
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Back in 60/70s no politician would have said that as for kick off the office windows would have been put in and then next match name would have been toast. But last 50 years the people have been worked on and have become yes sir/no sir breed! Final act was the POISON JAB which pickled the brains., maimed and murdered so now the WEF/ROYAL PUPPETICIANS can pull the publics strings and do what they like with them!
Many previous tweaks of the flag never caused a stir. March madness.