Absurd Notes

    It's the Christmas of the weird year 2020. Well, actually it’s over right now. For me it only lasted two days, because on the Boxing Day I had to go to work. London was raised to Tier 4 but no one cares. We wish each other a "merry Christmas", but the world is not so happy. Some people waited a long time to see their relatives, be with their families and spend a few days together, but, unfortunately, it didn’t look exactly like that.      I’m sitting at night, thinking. I look at the Christmas tree and the fairy lights on the window sills. For a few years in a row we have had a family from Poland coming to visit us. We used to spend a nice Christmas together. Such a new family tradition. This year we are spending Christmas on our own. Honestly, it's not that bad. We are tired. Work, twins, this whole strange year. Some ads outside, on the bus stops say: "All I want for Christmas is 2021". People need change. New Year to be different. Normal. We all need ...

  There are some movies that can only be seen during the Christmas season. We all know that and we all hate them. There are also songs that can be heard almost exclusively at Christmas time, which now comes to the beginning of November. Here, traditionally, our ears and feelings are hurt by Mariah, Wham and a bunch of disguised freaks, Wizzard. There are also the ever-smiling Cliff Richard, old guys from Slade and probably the worst Christmas song in human history, which, for me, is the ultimate proof that in The Beatles it was Lennon, and not the other one, who had talent. But there is something else. I’m talking here about an unforgettable work of art created by Bob Geldof in 1984 (reportedly one of the best-selling singles of all time!), in which a group of famous British musicians from the 80’s calls to feel and heal the world. A piece of work, although undoubtedly created for good reasons, beautifully described by its creator: "I am responsible for the two worst songs in hist...