We’ve had such a long and dreary winter this year. And spring was just an interlude – a momentary interruption of winter for just a few days. But, with fingers crossed and touching wood, I do believe summer has arrived. The mercury is doing its best to force its way out the top of thermometers, and much of the British population are doing their best to apply ridiculous red sunburns to their faces and arms. Which they will later view in the mirror at home, contrasting the difference against their Artic white torsos, causing either a little bit of self loathing or a bit of a giggle. Depending upon their outlook on life. I am a giggler.
Mrs P and I happened to be strolling up the Mall over the weekend. There’s a big Commonwealth of Nations Heads of State conference going on, so the Mall is lined with the 54 flags of the Commonwealth and a small army of police and other security personnel. A particularly astute reader might want to stop me there and add a correction – there are only 53 members of the Commonwealth. But he or she would be forgetting that the Commonwealth itself has a flag. And he or she would no longer seem quite so astute.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a ‘Meet the Author’ post. For the avoidance of doubt that’s me in the foreground. I currently hold multiple roles at the Mexile, including writer, web developer, photographer and teaboy. I have a few more grey hairs than last time you saw me. But only a few. More importantly, I do still have a full head of hair. Continue reading
I woke up yesterday to discover that Prince Philip would not. Well, so said the world of Twitter. But I wanted to hear of his death from a better source than the hysterical mass that is social media. Places where you find the most vocal complaints of #fakenews tend, in my experience, to be the places you’re most likely to find #fakenews. You know the Continue reading
It’s remarkable what a few days of warmer temperatures and a blue sky can do to the English landscape. Previously barren branches and sullen bushes burst into a kaleidoscope of brilliant greens. Empty flower beds cast off their soiled brown uniforms, sprouting every other colour of the rainbow. Fallen cherry blossom provides a sprinking Continue reading
A little over 300 years ago, Scotland and England were bonded together, to have and to hold, from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do they part. Or until legislative change allowed for lawful separation. The legislation has been passed, and today is the day that the Scots will get to decide the answer to the Scotland Question.
The likely answer is that they will vote No, and the UK will continue business as usual on Friday. It is a close vote, and anything could happen. But looking at the polls, the bookmakers odds and the last Scottish Parliament Election….the Yes guys struggle to get much above 45% of the ballot. Whoever wins, roughly half the country will be disappointed.
Borders do change though. Often and dramatically. Sometimes through the ballot box or civil discussion. But more often through bloody enforcement of new borders designed for the benefit of the better armed party. I’d have liked to have been able to post a video of global border changes, but could not find one. Europe will have to do. I personally hope the Scots do not vote for independence. We are, generally speaking, better together. We’ll see…