Non-voters, yesterday Less than a week now, and while one hates* to judge people on mere appearances, all hope is lost. I was in the tyre place this morning, and couldn't help but remark that you don't ever see Eloi in the tyre place, only Morlocks† or those too hideous to qualify even as Morlocks. … Continue reading Seven Stories about the Election
Everything it’s possible to say about it has already been said, and the thundering of laptop keyboards can be heard tappety tap tapping throughout the land. This coming half-term, I’ll be driving out of a country that is within the European Union and perhaps returning to one that is without. Our cat will be travelling … Continue reading Political Homelessness
I’m not keen on catching sight of my fellow travelers on the channel tunnel. I don’t like to see people in their road clothes, their scuffs, their baggies, their trackies, their onesies. Their pyjamas. I think you should have standards when it comes to presenting yourself in public. And that bombed out roadtrip look upsets … Continue reading Night traveler
I dared to suggest to a friend the other day that this whole Brexit fiasco might be part of some Cunning Plan. What if, I said, what if you wanted to give the appearance of trying to fulfil the outcome of the referendum whilst at the same time undermining it at every turn? So that … Continue reading Fantasy Brexit What If…?
Brexit, yesterday I haven’t really written much about Corbyn. I dared to dream back in 2015, but he's really been a bit of a let down. At this stage of my life I’m X times bitten X2 times shy. I’m not prepared to invest hopes and dreams in a political party or its leader. A … Continue reading Tappety-tap-tap: Corbyn
Every day, someone reaches the front of the line to have an opinion about Brexit. And every day, it creeps a little closer. Time moves strangely: on the one hand, tick-tocking to the tappety tap tap tap of people paid to have opinions; on the other, coming straight down the tracks with the clackety clack … Continue reading This is the way the world ends
The schools were closed, so I had a look online last night at the Kafkaesque appointment booking system and changed my doctor's appointment from the 18th to this morning at 8:30. Latest symptom of my gradual falling apart: constantly watering eyes. Which was ironic because walking down to the doctors in the snow this morning … Continue reading Instant Pharma