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Alistair Darling, George Osborne, husband, Katherine Jenkins, Shakespeare, spiders, Summer 2012, swimming, The Tempest
Saturday.
Too darn hot.
A new family of spiders has been discovered called Trogloraptor, or Cave Robber. One of their genus was behind my headboard last night and it definitely had claws. This is one situation where the husband can make himself useful.
The theme of the summer, i.e. that all things are possible is continued in news items about a limbless Frenchman who is swimming between all the continents and a sixty three year old American woman who is making her 4th attempt to swim between Havana and Florida, without the protection of a shark cage. Last time she had to call it off as she was stung by jellyfish. Mind you, the American probably needn’t worry, as thresher sharks have been seen basking off the coast of Wales, so they may be on vacation and might prefer a nice nibble of Katherine Jenkins instead. Who wouldn’t?
Nasty weather is spreading from Wales towards the Midlands. Heavy rain is forecast for Scotland. Plus ca change.
Alistair Darling has been writing open letters to George, or Gideon Osborne in The People, asking him to change direction. The problem is that no one knows where the Chancellor is. He is not called The Submarine for nothing. He will come up when the coast is clear. At the moment he would be well-advised to stay below the radar. He certainly should resist any desire to adopt a stovepipe hat and jump on to The Tempest bandwagon, quoting:
If I have too austerely punish’d you…
…all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test…
…be more abstemious..
If he surfaced with that kind of talk I think a thousand Portuguese Men-of-War would sting him to death. And they would be of his own party.
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