Clutter

There now seems to exist a whole sub- sub- sub- genre of television programme that deals with people whose houses have become complete, and generally disgusting, messes due to the astonishing amount of clutter they have generated in their time in them. The obvious laziness of these householders, evinced by their seeming inability to clear up after themselves, is a further characteristic of the genre.

It's strange, and telling, just how often people in this situation struggle to part with their clutter despite the fact it's clearly screwing up their lives. We find ourselves watching with a sort of baffled incredulity, the missus being quite a fan of the genre and myself nothing loath to enjoy the spectacle of others messing up - literally - on a grand scale. Having said that, I do enjoy seeing the positive effects of whatever 'makeover' (note my familiarity with the jargon) is effected to restore some sense of order and sanity.

The sense of watching a sort of metaphor for the ultimate ends of Capitalism also generates its share of fascination. Painfully out of control we lurch to our dooms, one cannot help but cheerfully think.

I've also got the oddest sense I've written about this before in this Place and just can't remember. The sign of a wonderfully, painfully cluttered brain.