The trouble with his nibs is he is talented, very talented. Few people in my industry are capable of doing the same things he can. Look at this art for goodness sake. It is incredible…
Sadly, having such talent is, in the capitalist society we live in next to worthless. Of course the art isn’t nor the talent but we all have to eat, pay bills run a car and, when gifted, the only way it has value in such a context is if you get paid enough for it to make a living. I am scratching around trying, and working very hard, to achieve my personal dream of making my living by writing. I was born with no special gift. I have a love, a passion even, for writing, for creating fictions from my head but I have no natural gift. His nibs does. It’s a bit like being born George best when compared to Johan Cryuff: one was created in heaven the other on earth. His nibs is not Best and I am not the Dutch legend but the similarities are there.
My dream continues. I am still working hard at it ‘cos there is no other way. No one is going to knock at my door asking me to write their biography and why would they? I will be published and so will all the books I have either written or started to write including ‘London.’ The only sad, and bloody difficult but not insurmountable, problem I have is that the man (THE man) who I wanted to work with is not part of that process. Not my choice.
Of course life goes on. It must. The news is filled with larger events than my own.
The world is increasingly hypocritical but then again we always knew that. It is fine for the West to attack and make war with Iraq or Serbia or anyone that is small enough for them to beat but when it comes to Iran, Korea or, and far more pertinently, Syria, we shift uneasily in our seats handing out platitudes along with excuses. I for one do not want us to go to war with anyone. I believe if having a strong, robust defence but at this moment in time President Al-Assad is committing atrocious war crimes on women and children. Something should be done even if that something is only convincing the Russian and Chinese governments of their error in judgement. We kicked the hell out of Gadhafi when it suited us. Do we lack courage now when a similar situation faces us? It would seem so.
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all words and art are copyright © of Russell 'C.J' Duffy. For another side of CJ go here: sOMeThiNg For tHE wEeKeND, SiR?



2 comments:
As a boy I used to think of myself as a Bobby Charlton. A midfield schemer with a combover!
I so wanted to be Ray Davis or John Lennon. I can see you as a midfield maestro.
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