Rewind to last month and an exchange, similar to the one below, took place between my London-based mate and I.
'Are you free on 26th November?'
'Yes'
'There's an evening with Emma Thompson talking about her new film. I've got you a ticket.'
'HELL YES.'
'There'll also be Greg Wise, Caitlin Moran, and Emilia Clarke talking about what Christmas means to them.'
'COUNT ME IN. HOLD MY CALLS, CANCEL MY ONE O'CLOCK. TELL THE AMBASSADOR HE'LL HAVE TO WAIT. THAT IS A PARTY I WANT TO BE AT.'
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First off, this wasn't just a promotional night for Emma Thompson's new film. I mean, it was and it wasn't. Last Christmas came out on 15th November, so was obviously mentioned. We were all urged to go and watch it (check!) and tell others to do the same. (Go and see it. Check!) But really this was about fundraising and awareness-raising. It's no spoiler to say that the film Last Christmas features characters that are homeless and/or refugees. It does so naturally, rather than heavy-handedly showcasing 'issues' IMHO. It's all part of the story, and part of the setting. Let's face it, it's a Christmas film, set in present day London. The sanitised days of Love Actually are cultural light years away now. Emma Thompson talked about her work with the charity, Crisis. Apparently one in fifty people in London are homeless. That felt staggering. It's been a rising number, over the past fifteen years or so. There was no way anyone could make a London-based film without including the issue of homelessness, even on the most superficial background-extra level.
This photo is from Twitter. It is a good photo. |
Upon entering the theatre, we were given a copy of a book. It's actually the most perfect idea for a book, ever. A collection of short essays from all sorts of people about what Christmas means to them. It features chapters from Meryl Streep, Caitlin Moran, Greg and Em, as well as Tindy Agaba, a former child soldier abducted from his family before escaping to the UK. He is now a Human Rights activist. He read his chapter aloud, as did Steve Ali, a Syrian refugee, who once lived in the Calais camps, and is now a silver smith and interpreter living in London. Shared stories of alternative experiences, compared to the tree and stocking palaver most of us recognise as standard. Both moving and humorous. This wasn't a night of bleak reflection. It was a celebration of humanity, in all its glory. Triumph over adversity and all that malarkey. It also put into perspective my so-called stresses right now. I haven't ordered the turkey yet, I still have presents to buy, and the Christmas dinner seating plan is proving challenging once again. But big deal. There are worse situations to be in. Literally millions of worse situations. STFU Bond.
This photo is by me. It is a terrible photo. |
Pret doing good works as well as making nice soup. |
I checked my privilege then checked my bank account. I can spare more than I already give, so I should give more. Simple as that. I am warm, safe, and fed. Like I said, sometimes I can't believe my luck.
Have a lovely week, folks.
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