tartan bunker

Librarians! Especially Youth Librarians! I just love ’em. You might not be aware of the great hands-on work the YLs do with Young People (if you’re not, visit http://www.thebookseller.com/blogs/67011-page.html#Comment). 

I’ve had a wee glimpse into what they do. And I’m thinking of inviting the nation’s Youth Librarians to form a Battalion within the Corps of Tartan Guards at Dekaydence. 

Thinking of God set me thinking of BT, which was pre Dekaydence Telecom. What tartaned me off about BT was that the poor wee beggars sitting at BT hq didn’t have a listed telephone number. Why am I surprised? BT bosses didn’t want people ’phoning them. Communicate with people. No, no, no. That just wastes time.

Thinking about it some more, BT may be the reason why God hasn’t been in touch in recent years. S/He gave up trying to get through. Having pressed all the buttons, given all the usernames (of which s/he has many), God was left holding on for half eternity, listening to the BeeGees’ Stayin’ Alive, you know the version that’s been put through a food processor, backwards, while the BT call centre operative went off and did an honours degree in humanities. Thank Dekaydence for the adservarum, or as young people prefer to call them, ad’ums.  I hope someone thinks to give one to God.

Is God on sabbatical? Having created the universe in seven days, you’d think helping out the poor and needy here on earth would be as quick’n’easy as whipping out an aspirin. I cannae get my head round the fact there are some 98 varieties of chocolate biscuits in a supermarket and a few hours’ flight away - no, not even that - people are starving to death. Or being beaten, burnt or tortured, for doing nothing other than believing in something or somebody. That’s why I joined Dekaydence, to see order restored. To remind people, especially the young, that with rights, come responsibilities. How come I know that? Even wee MacMog knows that. But some young people apparently don’t. So, they’ve got to learn . . .