February 23rd, 2013


The Return Of Winter, Jane Eyre, The Tokyo Marathon

The temperature has dropped again. I went to post a letter yesterday afternoon and there were stray, gritty, isolated little snowflakes wandering around. The colder weather brings the birds back to the feeders.

I started Jane Eyre last night. This is for the first time of reading.  I'm sort of glad I avoided it at school; it means it wasn't spoiled for me. Bronte is wonderful. She understands how bullying works- how the strong demonize the weak- and how- when the pack is in full cry- even its individually decent members will follow my leader and join in the abuse.

Our daughter-in-law Su Young is running in the Tokyo Marathon tomorrow. She and Mike were out today buying stuff she'll need- like a new pair of socks and a hat.

Fiddling While Waiting For Someone To Set Fire To Rome

Now the Lib Dems- not for the first time- have a sex scandal all to themselves. Lord Rennard- who looks like a guy who expects to have his cake and eat it- is being accused of being a sex pest. Nick Clegg's office was informed and- gosh- nothing was done about it. I'm sure Nick has an explanation- like nobody told him or something...

The Tories will be glad. A scandal chez Clegg may shield them a little from the fall-out over the quite enormous sex-scandal that is blow up soon.  Talking of which, I sort of remember sharing a platform once with Geoffrey Dickens- who presented evidence of this very same sex scandal to Leon Brittan back in the 80s. Brittan was very encouraging and the file disappeared into the bowels of the Home Office never to be heard of again. Dickens was caricatured in the contemporary media as a foolish fat man. I found him bonhomous. It appears now he may also have been rather brave.  Apparently he received death threats- as one does when one gets too close to the peccadilloes of the powerful.

I once shared a platform with Cyril Smith too. As a vicar one does these things. He was enormous.

My Biggest Regret

Apart from wishing I'd been kinder, nicer, more emotionally intelligent, my biggest regret in life is not having taken the trouble to see either Olivier or Gielgud on stage.