The Fat Lady Singing In the Rain...

Dear Juliet

Wildly to paraphrase Oppenheimer, "I am come back, but I am not the destroyer of worlds..."

A very quick check with AI confirms that the week 11th-15th May "has been one of the most severe peacetime political crises for an incumbent modern government in modern British history ... and stands as the most rapid loss of authority for a landslide majority government in the democratic era ... The combination of a massive parliamentary rebellion, high-profile Cabinet walkouts, and borrowing costs spiking to a 28-year high for 30-year gilts solidifies this week as a historically disastrous moment for British governance."

Can I cook or can't I?

Maybe a few rebellious Democrats could club together for the airfare to bring me over so I can walk around in front of the White House for a couple of days? Who knows might happen?

And I also had my bit of luck (more about that later), and I wish you could have been there.

And for all I know, our glorious government could collapse completely within the next couple of weeks. I'm actually going back between 15th-19th June, and that'll probably finish them off for good.

So while the heavens fell, I had a fine old time!

But that's not the thing.

The thing is, I missed you every moment.

To explain more precisely, I don't miss you exactly the way most people miss each other. That's because we spent 99.9% of our time apart so I'm actually used to you not physically being around. But I miss the sense of your presence. I miss not being able immediately to tell you about something I've seen and that left a small hole hidden low down in my stomach. I'm very used to coping with this, too (didn't cry in the layby this time) but there are things I wish I could have told you about in more detail and things I really wish you'd been there to see.

Anyway, I'll tell you a more detailed tale later on. This is just a relatively quick call-in to confirm that I have come back and I do like you just the way you are. It would have been quicker but I ran into the inevitable delayed train at Birmingham New Street. But writing this blog post was the first thing on my mind all day long.

Here are a few photographic tasters:



















A rather interesting bus near Centrepoint, Tottenham Court Road.










Anna Ganley (SoA chief executive)






































Singing and dancing in the rain... (Leicester Square)

There.

I had a good time but I thought about you all the time.

Honest.

Love,

James





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