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The Game of Opposites

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BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN

Even against the backcloth of today’s air-conditioned luxury, long car journeys in the summer holidays with children in the back can be taxing. Either my daughter seems to get her way with the pulchritudinous whiner Taylor Swift blaring out from the car stereo or my little son wins the day with relentless games of I spy. Or both.

How I have tried to attract my daughter to more bearable Radiohead or REM but she’s simply not for turning and cruelly threatens me with Bieber if I silence Swift – I refuse to allow her headphones in the car as I believe it’s important we travel as a family.

At least with my son it’s possible to get him involved in a game of “See that, that’s your wife that is” and one of the more amusing games we both enjoy is the Game of Opposites where you make a statement diametrically opposed to what you see or believe. So, “that Lollipop Lady is Brigitte Bardot’s twin”, “worm medicine is scrumptious” and “Scientology is a wholly credible religion” would score one point each. Better than Swift and far better than a dose of Bieber.

Recently during a journey across Cornwall, it dawned on me in the course of one such game that Labour’s supreme leader, Mr Jeremy Corbyn, is actually a lovely fellow after all. In a Damascene moment on the A30 I worked Jeremy out. He’s not an evil Marxist at all. You see, he too is merely playing a jovial Game of Opposites

Just look at the evidence:  

Do you see the pattern?

It’s the Game of Opposites, stupid! And Jeremy’s really good at it!! He’s made a career out of it! What silly chumps we have been not working out that Jezza is still playing a childish car journey game he probably played with his brother Piers when they were boys.

Of course, the best news for all concerned is that Jeremy’s taxing journey will never get started.

 

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