Taking
a day off from blogging I found myself sitting in the Directors’ Box of a Rugby
Football Club. A long story but not bad for someone who only knows the most basic of rugby rules.
Hard seats so not a Starmer standard of freebie. On the other hand I am
probably less a fish out of water at a freebie rugby match than the Prime Minister is at a freebie Taylor Swift concert.
Speaking of which - an obscure in joke there which few will understand - the
mobile beeped and this image arrived to spoil my day.
The recent comment to the effect that
those I used to believe were mainly decent but misguided
people are now endorsing if not rejoicing at the prospect of poor people possibly dying of hypothermia,
not to mention the likelihood of everyone being taxed into total penury on
the 30th, had provoked a mischievous friend into sending me a photo of them celebrating such a doom laden future.
Two MPs, two former Bexley Labour Leaders, four current Bexley Councillors,
someone who was thrown out of the Co-operative
Society for fibbing and an activist who threatened to sue me if I ever mentioned her name.
Who needs the sort of friend who tries to ruin my day?
Should I take comfort from the fact that Stef and Sally are not among this group?