The Luck of the Devil...

Dear Juliet

Do you remember I mentioned that I seem to have inherited the luck of the devil (Alhambra to America)? That I go somewhere, see something exciting, then exit without a scratch while the whole thing blows up behind me?

Well, I just realised I'll be at Heathrow by Tuesday evening and as I write, prime minister Kier Starmer is hanging on to his job by his fingernails. So let's test this luck of mine. I think I'll hop the Tube into London Town, walk round Westminster and see if I can set off another cataclysm!

And the thing is, it's happened to me before. I was hanging around the corridors of power the very night David Cameron jacked it in and handed over the reins to Theresa May. It wasn't even supposed to happen that day but I turned up and, as Spike would say, wackiness ensued...

This old article of mine explains everything.

I'm not taking all this too seriously, but keep an eye on the news and if Britain has yet another political crisis tomorrow with reporters talking in hushed tones in Parliament Square, you can be pretty sure I'll be loping around in the background somewhere like a latter-day Forrest Gump. I might even be caught on camera, although I doubt it.

Always happens. Maybe I'll have another pint in that pub opposite Big Ben while the government falls!

Honestly, in the last few years we've had more prime ministers than Italy...

This is fun. I used to love being in situations like this so I could write to you about it, so here we go again!

I hope this makes your Tuesday more interesting.

Love,

James








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