I write this in Edinburgh where we are on "swamp" or "womble" alert. It's all happening up here ahead of the G8 meeting. Apparently there is graffiti in St. Andrews Square - unheard of affrontery - and the great unwashed are rolling in. A torrential downpour yesterday evening would have been a cleansing moment though. I had better stop this rant before I land myself in the trouble I found myself at General Election time.
Talking of which what a wonderful story in the papers yesterday. The President of the Philippines has sent her husband, who has become something of an embarassment, out of the country for a protracted period. Will Tony have the sense to do something similar?? Final snippet. We were staying in someone's house last weekend at a wedding in which my two younger daughters were bridesmaids. The girls were sleeping in our room and I was aware of the 4 year old padding to the loo in the morning before returning to her camp bed and reading quietly for 20 minutes or so....at which point she tapped her elder sister who was stirring in her sleep, offering her book. "Jimmy, do you want to read this? It's got lots of pictures of naked boys and girls"!!! Shocked father grabs the book from her and discovers she has been ploughing through "The Art of Good Bonk*ing" full of quite explicit cartoons. She'll be up in Edinburgh sleeping on The Meadows the next time G8 is held up here, little swamp-rat that she is.
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