Diary – Tuesday 20th January 2015
A good day with a shocking and unpleasant ending for me.
I spent the day delivering real ale magazines to local bars for the real ale society I am in, and enjoyed leisurely pints in two of the bars visited. A third had no real ale on, despite claiming to sell it, so I left no magazines for them at all.
I killed an hour in the library and went on to another bar for the philosophy group talk on the nature of evil, which I introduced. I’ll summarize the lovely meeting in a separate post.
Back home I found my Mum delighted that our cats, brother and sister, were sleeping curled up together, which they haven’t done since they were kittens. They are now fifteen years old.
A quick check on my e-mails before going to bed delivered the shock. A month after I was the bingo caller at a school parent-pupil-teacher Christmas party event, someone wrote to the school PTA accusing me of racism. According to the solitary complainant, I introduced Santa as ‘not having changed colour since last time I looked’.
That no one in an entire audience in a packed hall, reacted to this alleged slur on Santa and the multicultural ethnic population of North Manchester reacted badly to this at the time tells me someone misunderstood my words or intentionally set out to cause conflict – I’m pretty sure I’d have been lynched if I’d said anything like this un-named individual claims I said. It is being looked into and very upsetting to me. I’m only aware of it as someone sympathetic to me in the matter has leaked the story to me so far. Very distressing.
Image Credit » Photo credit - typical 2015 diary, taken by me