The oddities of time, gaps and perceptions spinning events out of synch, moreso before the inhalation of focus. Waking to headlines, the continuing surrealism of the Tory blight, the vague wiffle and waffle of the sloganeering charlatan, a selection of ministerial hacks attempting clarification, rewriting his words. It's a bad start to the day, the prevailing wind one of irritation with pockets of disbelief and brief outpourings of anger. I wonder what level of cowardice does it take for a Prime Minister not to be willing to address the nation live, that surely a matter of such import would be better served by a press conference; but then I wonder at the talent it must take to make such a mess of a prerecorded statement, accept that his inactions have shown that the last thing that he'd want is to be held up to scrutiny. From here there seems to be a sense of polite servility pervading the discourse, a surprising lack of anger expressed at the continuing clusterfuck.

But there's work to be done and, for once, there seems to be a clarity of thought, the faint scent of progress mixing with the aroma of coffee. And then the building site decides that today's a good day to dig up the road again, the constant rattling of drills breaking through my skull, distractions derailing a promising start to the day. No escape here but the rain still hasn't arrived, so down towards the river, attempting to escape the soundscape of the city.

Back in the flat, the quiet resumed in the fallen dark, the prevailing sense of the ridiculous as I watch Piers Morgan rip another cabinet member to shreds...

“A set of childish thinkers and half-way politicians ... men who went no further with any principle than as it suited their purpose as a party; the nation was always left out of the question....”

Thomas Paine, The Rights Of Man.




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDsTTr3YrqU&t=58s