Cherished chatterers were uncharacteristically silent yesterday. I wonder why. It can’t have been the T20 cricket ‘cos rain stopped the Yarkshire match which they might otherwise have won. Just a regular Thursday. Was it hair-washing – again? Was it a dinner to celebrate the incomprehensible, nay skeletal Lord Home becoming PM in ’63? Or the ousting of Erik Honecker in the DDR on the same day in ’89? Or the release of the Guildford Four a day later? (Pause to remember the market researcher who asked a Dubliner what he thought of the Renault 5: “Not guilty, sirr!’) Probably not. I suspect the truth is much simpler. Life.