It was my mum’s birthday on Sunday, and I couldn’t get there but work took me north on Tuesday, so I made a point of popping in (I’m not entirely selfish) and saying hi and giving her some flowers, which I did.
Anyway, couldn’t then get back home in time for kick off, so watched the game with my rag dad, who has definitely tempered his hate towards City in recent years, so I don’t have to deal with that anymore. And it’s a good chance for us to spend time together. He‘s 89 in May and not going to be around forever. Unless I don’t outlive him. Which is perfectly plausible!
Anyway, half an hour or into the game he asked me what I thought would happen to City. I asked him if he knew what we’d been accused of. He did not. Not having a go at my dad. He’s 88, and whilst he’s declined from his ridiculous heights of intelligence he’s still smart as fuck. Just nowhere near as smart as he once was.
He’s just one of many examples of really smart people I’ve encountered who don’t know the basic facts.
Virtually no **** knows what we’ve actually been charged with. When you explain to them what the charges actually amount to, you can see the cogs whirring round in their minds. Then it dawns on them what the implications are it’s like a light going on. Not an essentially happy light.