Morning music
A thought from England’s past
O, TO be in England
Now that April ‘s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England—now!
[Robert Browning, Home Thoughts, from Abroad]
Saturday quiz
I agree with the implied statement of political journalist John Rentoul: this week was a touch more difficult than usual. He scored only 2/10; I trumped that with 4/10. Still not very good. I did not know the answers to questions 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 10.
Tweets seen
From the newspapers
Interesting and arguably depressing. A small-scale example of what globalism is doing on the larger scale— local people frozen out or marginalized for profit.
Terrible.
More tweets
I suppose that events such as the Hay Festival are planned months ahead. The promotional literature is printed, contracts are offered etc. The mass of the msm and public have only begun to wake up to the fakery and lies around “Jack Monroe” since late last year.
All the same, it does not say much for the Hay Festival organizers’ nous.
Does the above mean that “Jack Monroe” is getting thousands of pounds to appear? I do not know.
I know Hay-on-Wye very well, and have been there many times, starting in the 1970s, but have never been there when the Festival (I always call it the Hay Literary Festival; maybe it has changed its name) has been on.
Yet the hard core of 460 utter mugs is still there, sending “Jack Monroe” thousands of pounds monthly via Patreon, despite all the evidence that she is a fraud, or near-fraud etc.
Peak “woke”? A UK-resident Nigerian “grifter” travels to New York City in order to have a photo taken of himself trying to insult a building. Meanwhile, New York yawns and moves on; in fact, does not even notice “Femi”.
I remember well my days in New York (intermittently from 1989-1993). You have to be a lot more mad (in either sense) than “Femi” even to be momentarily noticed. Look at the passers-by in that photo. Not even bothering to look round at him.
Still, it enables “Femi” to keep pretending that he is some sort of political and social commentator, rather than an unemployed and possibly unemployable “grifter”, without any influence whatever.
As I have been blogging for months.
Late tweets
Late music
Ian Robert Millard 