The King Is In The Altogether

I finally made it to Cornwall, and yes, it did not disappoint. Actually, I think Somerset countryside is prettier; Cornwall is lovely but it’s wilder and the vegetation is darker-hued but THAT SEA! It is ridiculously lovely. I had to keep cautioning myself to keep my eyes on the road every time I happened upon an unexpected sea vista. I am a water baby, mos’ def. I was there for the bank holiday weekend and managed to cram loads in: St.Austell, Padstow, Megavissey, The Heligan Gardens – all excellent. I gave the Eden Project a miss because I was sick of being hectored by their leaflets – I hate being beaten over the head by all that eco stuff. Besides, I was warned that it would be packed with screaming kids. Maybe next time. I even made it to the Rick Stein restaurant. I went to the cafe, the seafood restaurant was too rich for my blood. £45 for a dish of Turbot is a bit steep for us wage slaves but it looked lovely. The cafe was excellent, the food was incredibly fresh – I ate the salt & pepper prawns (amazing sauce) and the Meen Kulambu Cod curry. Fab, as the great man would say. Plus an amazing Affogato to finish- highly recommended.

Since then of course, we’ve all been deluged by Brexit madness. The situation is now so preposterous that we have the Labour spokeswoman telling us that they plan to depose Boris, install Jeremy Corbin, get a deal with the EU, and then vote against their own deal as they wish to remain. Is it just me? As for the viciousness of the personal attacks on Boris Johnson and the cabinet, all I can say is Wow! Of course their hope is to get him to resign which I sincerely hope he will not do. I guess we’ll finally see if he’s serious about honouring the referendum vote or if he’s been a stalking horse for Remain all the time. Witnessing the self-immolation of our political class has been a sight to behold. And you know what, we are still going to leave. There is no power on this Earth that can prevent it, irrespective of what knavish tricks are employed. As for his brother’s treacherous behaviour, quelle surprise. It’s always the way; the ultimate betrayal is always by a sibling or a close friend. They’re the only ones who can ever close enough to be wielded as a weapon by one’s enemies. National hero or stalking horse, Boris will be remembered and his brother will not even feature as a footnote in history.

Laugh of the week? Easy. Hearing that one of the ultimate sons of Belial Robert Mugabe died and instantly made the world a better place. His death wasn’t the laugh though. It was his insistence that he not be buried in the Heroes cemetery. That made me chuckle – the delusional behaviour of megalomania. His actual belief that having impoverished his entire country and destroyed millions of lives, a grateful nation wished to follow his casket, weeping at their grievous loss, to bury him in a hero’s grave when most of his countrymen will think an unmarked grave is too good for him. I hope he’s set aside a portion of his ill-gotten gains to pay for round-the-clock security guards for his tomb. I imagine the citizens are forming an orderly queue to desecrate his wretched grave. All that greed and wickedness, and for what? You don’t get to take any of it with you. The only legacy we have is our name and how we treated our fellow human beings. I notice that we didn’t get the usual sermonising by the media about corruption and dictatorship after his death. After all the irony would be too heavy considering how our leaders are busily trampling over our democracy. Physician, heal thyself. In these times of treachery and injustice, there are those who being dead, yet speak. I leave you with the Bobster and hope you all have a terrific week.