Flying Home

Writing from the airport lounge in Adelaide while waiting for our flight. I’m looking forward to going “home,” but with a heavy heart over the past weeks. I’m in a business lounge with a loud TV on – that no-one seems to be watching. The morning news broadcast seems to be nothing but an extended sports and entertainment broadcast. Whatever the relative merits of plastic bags, I would add paparazzi pop culture and sport-as-religion as things I also want a LOT less of in my life.

After all, if Marx were alive today he would surely say that Sport is the opiate of the masses…