Comprehensive Stendhal Review
October 19, 2010 2 Comments
The closest I’ve come to experiencing Stendhal’s syndrome was on a trip to Egypt. The sheer magnificence of the ancient Egyptian architecture was such that after a while my brain simply couldn’t cope with the sight of another temple and I was desperate for the cooling balm of a grey office block swathed in drizzle. And no more bloody donkeys.
I’m beginning to feel a little like this with the spending cuts. At first they were awesome and terrifying and I gazed up at them, shaking my head in wonder. But like those temples they’ve come so thick and fast that I’m feeling dizzy. My poor little brain just can’t cope with any more.
Them: We’ll have to let you go. Sorry, I mean your post is being deleted!
Me: Oh my God what will I do, I’m doomed, the world is doomed, save me! I’ve got one of those huge mortgage thingies they used to give out to everyone.
Them: And we’re cutting schools budgets.
Me: Oh bloody hell, that’s just unfair you greedy lot. Whatever next?
Them: Well we’re slashing the Quangos with gay abandon! Take that useless Quangos!
Me: I’m sure we can live without Quangos.
Them: While we’re at it, we may as well slash all public sector services. And yes that includes you teachers, nurses and police officers.
Me: Yeah, feckless lot! Get a proper job.
Them: But we’ll make sure that bankers’ bonuses are protected because we wouldn’t want the poor bankers to suffer.
Me: Hurrah! Please take the shirt from my back and the shoes from my feet so the bankers don’t have to suffer.
Them: And X factor is on again.
Me: Phew, I thought we were all going to hell in a handcart.