Heaven Sent

Just when you thought the Man Upstairs had forsaken us, ​He sends a sign…

A shaft of sunlight
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WHAT ABOUT the rain today, eh?

I went out for a long, exhilarated, walk through the park early this morning and, happily, got soaked.

Then the sun came out for a while, and I could hear children from the school next door playing outside during morning break. 

But at about 10.30 BST, there was a sound just like someone turning a hose on in the Heavens, and an even mightier deluge came down over London.

It was almost as if God was demonstrating his power, just when I thought he had forsaken us.

It was kinda like he was reminding us that he can wash away anything – or anyone – that He doesn’t like. 

It’s good to know that there is a God, after all.

We Could Be Heroes – If Hell Lets Loose Again

Why are we still so obsessed by World War 2? Maybe we need reassurance that our generation can survive its own looming cataclysm? 

A WW2 Memorial Statue
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I DIDN’T GO looking for it, but my hand was drawn to the war book as if by a magnet.
Max Hastings’ All Hell Let Loose. I found it in Smiths when I was looking for something else. A magazine, or Tea Obrecht’s novel, Inland.
Instead I came away with a 750-page Leviathan on a subject that I already have a fair understanding of – but which I always feel needs deepening or refreshing.  
Strangely, I’d almost bought All Hell Let Loose for my iPad a couple of evenings before.
I’d finished the novel I was reading and had a sudden book famine, but instead I’d plumped for Sarah Waters’ The Night Watch.
And then I realised: The Night Watch and All Hell Breaks Loose are both about World War Two (WW2). And so is the one I’d just finished – Philip Kerr’s The One From The Other.
I thought: What is it about the war?

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Brexit – Fucking With Your Five A Day

The EU may take our booze and our veg – but they’ll never take our freedom! 

A plate of fresh vegetables

THE MISSUS texted me today:

Darling, can u pick up wine tonight?
12 cases shd do it.
I will get same so Brexit doesn’t b***er up Xmas xxx

Keeping a cool head in a crisis is often all about remembering what’s truly important.

So, with this country’s biggest cataclysm since Dunkirk gathering, Her Outdoors has moved decisively to ensure that we can still get properly pissed – no matter what happens on October 31.

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Changing Partners For Europe’s Last Tango

Brexit Party Leaflet Used As Toilet Roll

It’s my last chance to vote for a better Europe on Thursday, so I want it to be more than just a protest.

THE BEST THING about Thursday’s European Elections is that Nigel Farage et al. didn’t want them to happen. 

Even though I expect the vote to confirm the mental headlock that Leaving The EU has on around half of the country, it is still good to know that Brexit is going to be later than The Brexiteers planned. 

Going to the Polling Station will be nice, in a way. A nostalgic last tango with the European dream. A kind of Summer of 1914 experience before we start digging trenches and shooting at each other for real.

And at least I will be able to tell my grandchildren that I voted for Remain and for parties that supported Europe. 

Which means that on Thursday, I won’t – for once – be voting Labour. 

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