My bucket’s got a hole in it by Trevor Plumbly
It was a new one on me when I first heard the term ‘bucket list’. Apparently it’s a list of things you’d like to do or see before you kick it. Does that make sense? It does till you try to make one! I don’t know if there are any rules regarding length and feasibility for the list, but I decided to keep my list reasonably short; I’ve thumbed my nose at fate a fair bit recently and didn’t want to overdo it. I look forward to my fellow bloggers baring their all in reply.
I’d like to:
- Live to hear a politician open a sentence by saying ‘I’m sorry I screwed up’ rather than ‘Under the previous administration’.
- See Mick Jagger retire contrary to all predictions – he’s made old bones, but surely enough is as good as a feast?
- Live somewhere that doesn’t have reality TV shows, headlines featuring unknown ‘celebrities’ or rap music.
- Get some acknowledgment from manufacturers and retailers that plastic bags and packaging are causing more harm than the germs they’re supposed to shield us from.
- See a total ban on cell phones within school precincts (including staff) and one compulsory gadget-free day per week.
- Implement a serious review of the legal system to include tighter testing procedures for legal aid, firmer sentences (surely 5 years should mean just that?) and yearly reviews of judges’ performances.
- Hear more people having a moan: all this tolerance and complacency is making life unpleasant.
- Engineer a return to beer mugs with handles.
- Direct greater resources to rail networks and car free city centres.
- Pass much tougher laws regarding gun and weapon ownership.
- Increase import duty on electrical goods and cars in order to reduce it on food and books.
- Institute a ‘plonker of the year’ award to find the worst politician, public servant or government department.
A bucket of the above won’t really hold too much water, but with a pint mug in one hand and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps in the other, I could seriously kid myself.