Stopped for a mo'...

... I just needed a cup of tea.  Hope I didn't miss too much.  Back to listening again... 
With a bit of general consulting...

Still

Still listening...

Still Paused...

Consulting... Listening....

Paused

Ardent readers of this blog may have noticed that it has been quiet of late.  In truth, we've reached that point in the passage of the postings that a pause seems appropriate, to listen to the electorate and others.  We are prepared to adjust what we write, based on what we learn.

But we are convinced that the basic messages are right.  So don't expect too much in the way of a compromise.  Oh, and we aren't sacking the editor any time soon - but we have asked a few others to give him a hand with the listening bit.

Poem of the Week

The True Prison
Ken Saro-Wiwa

It is not the leaking roof
Nor the singing mosquitoes
In the damp, wretched cell.
It is not the clank of the key
As the warder locks you in.
It is not the measly rations
Unfit for man or beast
Nor yet the emptiness of day
Dipping into the blankness of night
It is not
It is not
It is not
It is the lies that have been drummed
Into your ears for one generation’
It is the security agent running amok
Executing callous calamitous orders
In exchange for a wretched meal a day
The magistrate writing in her book
Punishment she knows is undeserved
The moral ineptitude
Mental decrepitude
Lending dictatorship spurious legitimacy
Cowardice asked as obedience.
Lurking in our denigrated souls
It is fear damping trousers
We dare not wash off our urine
It is this
It is this
It is this
Dear friend, turns our free world
Into a dreary prison.

The Pubs Around Nunhead: 14

It is finalised. 
"They" are selling The Rye, as previously reported.  But to another landlord (The Capital Pub Co., I'm afraid), rather than for flats, so that is good(ish).

Outrageous

Someone has just suggested I made that last post up.  As a sort of meta April Fool.
Sigh. 
If I had, would I have posted it in March?