Euphenasia anyone! / 17 November 2008
Earlier I listened to Liz Carr on Radio 5 Live, fighting the corner for our right to live, gamely, in the face of an arrogant paralysed Noel Martin insisting he will do the deathly deed on himself before he's 50. (Great publicity though, especially as he keeps postponing it). If society goes much further down this line of argument, can we look to the day when there's a campaign to put down Prof Steven Hawking? Poor waste of space, clearly a tragedy, he can't have much quality of life. I mean, what the hell can he move these days? A muscle in his cheek? Oh my goodness. Call Dignitas now I say. Oh sorry. I forgot. He's the greastest brain of our age isn't he. So..... he's excused from the usual judgements about whose life has value and whose does not.
If only they'd let more of us into the media as a counter balance to say ‘hey, I'm having a fuck of a good time. Mostly. And isn't that life? Good and bad, darkness and light all jostling together to make one ridiculous painful, awful, marvellous, beautiful, adventure that is human existence?’
Bed pans in ambulances notwithstanding in relation to my own. Just keep them away from the bloody hair do, please.