Saturday 24 November 2012

Dragons

Aberystwyth is a lovely place, and coming back is sweet pleasure indeed. Sometimes I wonder whether the alumni of legendary universities are impressed by their colleges as I am by mine. It was a lovely time as I look back through my rose-tinted glasses. Awww. Surely people can’t feel as finely as I do about this place?

This is a natural time for introspection and self-evaluation as I return to the scene of previous misadventures and that is a necessary and dangerous ting. Hovering above your timeline is somehow the same as confronting a dragon in your bathroom. The dragon may be large, and it may be fearsome, but if you want to get back in to do the necessary you’re going to have face down that dragon or sell the house wholesale. My, what a forced analogy, and it’s not over yet. Much like the future, the far side of the dragon is out of sight and you can only hope everything’s still there and not too bashed from the thrashing.

Dragons are romantic things. You wouldn’t think a giant, fire-breathing lizard with a predilection for eating fair maidens would be romantic but it is. Dragons represent the ultimate battle to be fought before love’s fair battle is won. Perhaps the most memorable lines from ‘Press Gang’ when I re-watched it as an adult involves dragons. Spike says he would kill a dragon for Linda and sets his romantic lance with that one line before metaphorically following through one and half series later. One and a half series! Maybe dragons are archetypal. Big scaly lizards are archetypal? Yes, they must be for dinosaurs are archetypal too. Godzilla was even a cross of the two. I don’t know enough about archetypes but isn’t that fascinating. Well done, Spike.

As a Welshborn I can’t help knowing about dragons. They’re romantic. Blasted dragon murdering saints should be disbarred.

In the past lie murk, misdeeds and quiet glories. In the present we see introspection, action and reflection. What lies in the future though? And why? Well, we can’t know until it’s done and then it’ll be too late. That’s the fun.

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