The Red Mist - like anyone actually cares…

I never cease to be impressed, not only by the sheer stupidity of people (me included, actually), but how keen they are to parade it in public.

Take this evening: I was listening to “Steve Wright In The Afternoon” on Radio 2 while driving home (I never usually hear this twaddle, as it finishes before I set off, which is good, because I can’t bear SW’s complacency, or the sucking up of his toady little sidekick). They have a feature where people ring in and ask for the advice of an astrologist lady. Fair enough, you may say, and perhaps so, if all you want advice on is whether to wash your hair or not.

Tonight, though, there was a woman who, having one child, is now at a “crossroads in her life” and wanted advice on whether she should have a second child now.

Now, call me an old fuddy-duddy, but if this was me, I’d be talking it over with my partner and weighing up the pros and cons of the idea, especially in such uncertain times. I might even seek the advice of a professional in child care and family planning. But what does this poor, deluded woman do? She calls in on a national radio show to a woman she’s never met, who almost certainly has no qualifications in family guidance. She then gets a 15 or so seconds dollop of “you’re a Libran, and Librans are decisive right now” kind of bullshit, with the ususal “the moon is in conjunction with Uranus” hocus pocus thrown in, and is promptly advised to go for the second child. Like a complete twat, she swallows it, and goes away happy and convinced to go ahead.

Unbelievable.

And kind of irresponsible of the BBC for allowing such life-determining (certainly for the resulting child) decisions to be influenced by such total codswallop.

I despair, I really do.