Christmas Carols, Loud Parties and Domestic Cleaning in Wimbledon

I know it sounds like the title of an awful second grade film, but the last few days could really described with the words from the title – there were many Christmas carols (so many, in fact, that they started making me sick); the Christmas party I organised was so loud that the neighbours actually called the coppers (we promised London’s finest that we would turn down the music and they didn’t want to really spoil our fun); and then there was the chaos afterwards – the Mayans were wrong, as the Apocalypse happened in my flat but not on the 21^st but the 25^th of December. Luckily, a cleaning company called Maids of London (follow the link for additional details) worked today so that was the domestic cleaning aspect of the title – I called them, they showed and made it all seem human again. If you could’ve seen it – there was rubbish everywhere, vomit here and there, cigarette buds, empty bottles, broken glasses, plastic cups, alcohol spills and many, many more horrific after-effects making the scene look worse than a crack-house in an American ghetto. Thank goodness I didn’t have to clean it myself, otherwise I wouldn’t have the time to type this – I would still be cleaning and not done even in half.

Yup, the last few days were mighty fine, but they reminded me that not every day is. I mean, come on – why do we have holidays? Can’t every day be a holiday? Is it so hard to live in peace? Apparently, since we’re not doing it. For thousands of years we’ve lived like animals and we still do, even if we bullshit ourselves into believing that this here is “civilisation”. War, terrorism, diseases – where’s the civilisation in that? Being a wage slave to somebody, making money for them and living off their crumbs – that’s civilised? Because in the end, when you think about it, all most of us do our whole lives is serve somebody else. Even the so called “successful” people – stars, brokers, etc. They are people who can be fired and that means they are servants, just like the rest of us. Why do people look up to them I will never know. But in any case they are not different. When you can be fired, when you’re expendable, then you’re a servant. When you can be replaced within days, if not hours, then no matter how big your salary is, you’re still a servant.

But when you think about it further – if you can lose your business, then you’re a servant, as well. Maybe a servant to the economy, but a servant nonetheless. There are very few people in this world who are not servants and they are the ones who control it. Call it what you want but that’s the truth. Interesting what Christmas made me think about.