Author: Christopher-Dorset

Here is the video to James Blunt’s “Carry You Home”. Anyone care to guess why I like this video so much?

Hark, social media explodes in angry rupture! A three-judge panel has ruled that the Delightful Mrs May cannot trigger Article 50 of the Treaty of Lisbon without consulting Parliament first. This is it for Brexit, then. The vote might as well never have taken place. The British Government has clearly plotted with EU-phile judges to prevent the United Kingdom leaving the European Union. Or has it? Having read the decision, I found nothing at all preventing Article 50 from being triggered. In fact, the decision explicitly stated that the invocation of the dreaded Article 50 in itself is not the question being considered. Rather, that the Government cannot use the Crown Prerogative to invoke it. Continue reading “Much Ado About Really Very Little.”

I have recently started to listen to the late, great Birgit Nilsson, världens bästa Nilsson. She was a most interesting woman. She did not have her debut until she was 28 and like Pavarotti hers was an entirely natural talent, a brilliant voice that needed little guidance or re-shaping. Unusually for a prima donna of global renown she was not a diva. Rather, Continue reading “Pearls and Divas”

Recently many Europeans living in the United Kingdom have complained about a change in how they are treated and how comfortable they feel living there. Most complaints have been of the abstract sort. There are few, very few, direct instances of hostilities shown – merely a perceived difference. This leads me to believe that it’s a matter of perception, not an actual change and that that perception is rooted not in reality, but in a challenge to supposition pre-disposed. Continue reading “Changes”

So the British Government agreed to accept 300 “child refugees” with family already in the United Kingdom. The first of the lot arrived in Britain today to much fanfare. Unfortunately, this isn’t quite the fanfare that the Delightful Mrs May Or Amber Rudd the Dud would have liked. It seems, as if, they look rather wiser than their years should allow. That is, they are as convincing as children as I am as a Japanese schoolgirl. This makes me wonder if it is ministerial incompetence, a fast-one pulled by the Frogs or if the British Government simply wanted to create so much public disgust with this that opposition to taking more would be insurmountable.

Since extricating myself from the sulphuric clutches of Dodgydagoland I’ve sought some purpose and meaning in my quiet, uneventful life. As I’m only in Germany for a few months, just until my December holiday and then a few weeks afterwards, establishing a truly regular routine is senseless. Through pure accident, however, I’ve found purpose and meaning in my life. I am a sheep observer. Continue reading “Of Sheep and Men”

The Delightful Mrs May, after effortlessly vanquishing her foes after Wavy Davey’s spectacularly underwhelming collapse, has made great progress in cleaning up the slimy mess he left behind. George Hoes and Blow is decaying in the back benches and will hopefully follow Davey’s sally PDQ. After all, after his utter implosion in June it’s somewhat difficult to see how he could ever regain any credibility at Whitehall.

And now, the Delightful Mrs May has shown her hand at last. Article 50 will be triggered at the Queen’s Speech. By doing so, Britain will retain control over the timing and tone of negotiations. It will not be done in a typically wog manner, chaotic and sleazy, but in an eminently British way. The regular parliamentary schedule will be followed indicating that the Mother of All Parliaments, not the most useless, will be prepared to debate and criticise any proposals spewing forth from the busted sewer that is Brussels.

I remember staying up late on the night of 23-24 June. Several times throughout the night I woke up with a start and went to check the status of Britain’s vote for freedom. When the results were finally announced I was nearly delirious with joy and exhaustion. Naturally, the actual political machinations are far murkier and slow than one would like but being realistic is a necessity. There is one development that has left me SEETHING with ANGER, to borrow the STYLING of the EXPRESS. The Royal Yacht Britannia could be RECOMMISSIONED. Continue reading “Britannia Rules… Leith?”

The BBC’s article on a recently-released book about the remnants of India’s Anglo-Indian population made me think of one of the most under-considered aspects of colonial experiences: the human product. From the 17^th to early 19^th centuries it was hardly considered inapprop Continue reading “Esta é a Ditosa Pátria Minha Amada”

As my scheduled departure date to Spain was drawing near I grew increasingly frantic. Perhaps it’s because my sense of adventure is starting to resemble Keith Vaz’ reputation for probity or my gut instinct warning me that something was terribly wrong. Whatever it was, once my nerves had recovered somewhat and my mind was passingly clear it was apparent that Spain was not exactly an ideal country for me. I remember feeling as if my hearse arrived when I see the Iberia Airbus A321 pulling into the gate at Kastrup in February. Continue reading “LH 1113”