Minnie’s Musings

The fizzing wrath of BBC News bods continues apace as Justin Webb positively spits out a request for someone senior to come out and defend the corporation on the Today programme. (Spot the person having a cup of tea while playing Spider Solitaire, in bed, with the cat).

Meanwhile DT is now declaring that he simply has to sue because – apparently – he is doing this on our behalf. We have been defrauded by the butchering of his beautiful calming” speech, apparently. And suing for a billion dollars (a marginally less frightening figure if converted to our stronger pound) of our money is the way to de-defraud us, apparently.

Can’t quite see how a line like “fight, fight, fight”, in whatever context, is remotely calming, but then perhaps DT has a better grasp of English than a native speaker (of English as opposed to American English) with an A’level in it and a PG Diploma in writing for newspapers.

Apparently we need the great orange saviour to come to our rescue. I think not. We – the GBP – collectively probably think not. Please refer to previous pontificating on defence of our Sceptred Isle.

Speaking of which, I think WordPress, on which I pontificate, needs to digest some Shakespeare for breakfast. It keeps underlining Sceptred as though I have misspelt it.

Have I? Am now going to fish out copy of Henry V to check. When the cat and I have gotten up and had some breakfast. And hung up the washing. And thought about what to do this morning. Beyond trying to remember where my collected works are stashed (I have a set, don’t ya know, on a bookshelf, probably behind the telly).

Now I have vexed my Yankee grannies in their graves with a slightly xenophobic rant and had a good boast I about my accumulated bits of paper that validate my progress through life, I am returning to my game of Spider. Ta-ta!