“In the woods the bluebells seem
Like a blue and magic dream,
Blue water, light and air
Flow among them there.
But the eager girl who pulls
Bluebells up in basketfuls
When she gets them home will find
The magic left behind.”
I started hunting for an image of woods to illustrate the adage: Can't see the wood for the trees, but, as usual, was ambushed by bluebells. For our overseas and city readers, this is an English bluebell wood in early May, sunlight dappling through the new leaves, the warm air filled with the elusive bluebell fragrance.
Oh to be in England, now that Spring is here....
Back to task. Whilst standing in the midst of trees, appreciating the whole treeness of things, one cannot see the wood, its shape, size or whether it sits with integrity in the landscape.
Might this be true for Clive Myrie, who told his truth to Ambassador Andrei Kelin this morning? I've been to Ukraine lots of times, he said. How many times have you been? I've seen warcrimes in the street. It's a war, isn't it? Not a Special Military Operation? Tell us how much you despise Putin. Go on, I dare you. Look at these pictures on my i-Thing. Bodies on the streets. What do you mean, sir, don't worry about Mariupol? It's devastated. All these residential apartment buildings, you can see the sky through the holes in the walls.
At one point, Ambassador Kelin,
who nature surely intended to be a lovable grandad with a teddy-bear face, tried to calm him down and keep him on track: Clive, Clive, are we having a discussion or are you having a conversation with Yourself?
Now, I'm sure that Clive did witness what he said he witnessed, and that his powerful indignation sprang from his belief that the Russian soldiery behaved as soldiers do behave - war is fucking horrible - but, being entirely immersed in the trees, he was unable to see the woodland that Ambassador Kelin was attempting - when he could get a word in edge-ways, to show Clive:
Mrs Belligerent Truss, whipping up the U.K.'s anti-Russian hyperbole, egging on the Ukies, extending the war and closing down peace negotiations by pouring in lethal aid. The refusal of the West to accept that the Azov battalion are particularly unpleasant, that the Western Ukrainians lethally discriminated against the ethnic Russians in the Donbas, that military installations by Ukraine in the east posed a threat to Russia and that the Azov soldiery did use civilian buildings for military purposes, including parking their tanks in the basement. The Ambassador neatly countered Clive's accusations that the Russian people are being fed propaganda and denied access to western reportage: so, can you get Russia Today or any Russian news coverage in the UK?
Bit of a relief to learn that Russia does not intend to turn Britain into a big smoking nuclear hole, lapped by the waters of the North Sea, despite all this goading, and that the Russian military strategy is not to deploy tactical battlefield nukes.
It was rather fun to see Clive teasing the solemn Conservative MP Brandon Lewis, Secretary of State for Northern Ireland - he's the one with the weird hair:
|Maybe try a fringe?|
I'm not saying for a minute that you are anything like Ambassador Kelin, but, really, don't you feel like Andrei, having to go into public time and time again to defend the Big Dog?
The Conservatives are, by and large, still signed up to the Save Big Dog Operation, shake, shake, shaking the magic money tree to bribe the population - but wouldn't it be funny, if after all the various shenanigans, including, allegedly, intimidating Sue Gray into holding back in her report into Partygate (what, 4:00pm already? Wine-time!) Big Dog failed to get re-elected next time around?
If he allows us to have another General Election, that is. After all, the Big Dog has already sorted out the Ministerial Code by removing concepts of honour, integrity and resignation: in the breach lies the observance.
Old Transgender News:
France declares war on Liverpool
|They are just so, so very Liverpudlian and we are so very chic |
Whilst Liverpool fans are notorious for causing mayhem, walking into French shops and carrying out armloads of designer gear, blagging free travel across Europe, getting drunk and disgusting - for being, well, thugs, they are our thugs and they shouldn't be put in cages and sprayed with tear gas by France's finest. This is another provocation to war by the French, who have previous for sending tennis balls to the reigning monarch.
Northern Ireland Secretary Brandon Lewis (him again, still no fringe, or Bangs as the Americans call hair on your forehead)) this morning told Sky News that, while he didn’t want to involve himself in France’s domestic affairs, it is important “we learn the lessons and how all around the world we can police and keep people safe at big sporting events”
Would the French accept the diplomatic olive branch and just say sorry? Hell, no. Would they fuck. Amelie Oudea-Castera, France's Sport Minister, stated: “The attempts of intrusion and fraud by thousands of English fans have complicated the work of stewards and police forces ...Violence has no place in the stadiums." Gerald Darmanin, French Interior Minister stated: “Thousands of British 'supporters', without tickets or with counterfeit tickets, forced entry and sometimes assaulted the stewards. Thank you to the very many police forces mobilised this evening in this difficult context."