Wednesday, 9 January 2019

As we all know, in a time of stress, socks are an important matter.

For me, the socks that are getting me through this winter are those Bambusoides ones, made partly from bamboo. Thick but elegant (I have the black ones and the stripey ones), warm to the touch, toasty on the feet, quick to wash and dry 

Here's the link to the website.

I was being a little over-rational yesterday on the EU and Brexit

Here is @DavidLammy

“Blame us. Blame Westminster. Do not blame Brussels for our own country's mistakes and do not be angry at us for telling you the truth. Be angry at the chancers who sold you a lie.”

And here is @GuyVerhofstadt in response

"A fine speech. Yes, the EU needs reform. EU laws are often
imperfect. But it's all too easy for national politicians to offload their failures on "Brussels". We all have a duty to fight for a more effective, united Europe."

I published my 'Thoughts on the European Family' just before Christmas - please see below

A reiteration:

Should we 'remain', or, if after a second referendum we remain, we will rresume our place as a member state of the EU. 

But we should acknowledge that not all of our countrymen and -women feel the same way about Europe.

There is no triumph in my opinion in remaining - it's more a matter of common sense. 

And we should work willingly with those of our compatriots who voted in the referendum to leave by setting up some sort of UK/EU liaison group. 

In order to take my mind off our Great British political class for a moment  I sometimes just go for a walk. So at the weekend, I went 'rambling' in the City of London.

Among the glass and steel, the venerable, the much loved, the functional and the new, are men and women going to and from work in the 24-hour span of city business. Some shops, bars, supermarkets and many City businesses are open. However, I did notice something even newer this time: the superlative quality and cleanliness of the walking surfaces. It's as if the City is indeed being made to fulfil the dreamscape of its late-medieval Lord Mayor, Sir Richard (Dick) Whittington, as a City paved with gold.

Of course the metaphorical meaning remains: the City where men (and increasingly women: sorry chaps) can settle down to business, work hard and make a fortune. Look at the paving around this ancient water fountain (public water fountains were one of Whittington's many gifts to the City). The golden tone is warm and inviting to the feet. Even when it rains, the sand-size grains in the rock will never let your foot slip but at the same time the paving stones will gleam so much they will indeed resemble gold.

The church of St Michael's, Cornhill, the vicar's or the organist & choirmaster's bike parked at the door, the street swept and clean. Forgive me for clipping the wings of the angel standing on his plinth behind the bike. These stones, of wall, of step, of plinth, of paving, breathe

Back to the everyday or, rather, the magical network of the City's Alleyways. And of course watering holes. Just to the left of the narrow George & Vulture Alley lies the even smaller and narrower Bengal Court - and so on throughout the City - as back lanes, shortcuts and access paths to courts, yards and service areas.

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