Tuesday 1 August 2017

Diary: July 2017

21.7.17
Just spoke to young woman on number 14 bus practising card tricks. Amazing dexterity and fluency. She told me she learned by copying from YouTube and then read books.


21.7.17
Jane on my outfit: “Not sure about the frayed microcloth in your top pocket.”


21.7.17
Wayne Bridge knows where the dishwasher tablets are kept. And he prefers red sauce on his sausage sandwich.


14.7.17
At the bus stop on Old Street, a begging woman approached, having already been spurned by another waiting passenger. The begging woman looked at me pleadingly and told me she was hungry. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a £1 coin and handed it to her. She thanked me then added: “A sandwich costs £2.50.”


1.7.17
'I think Jeremy Corbyn is perfectly right to sack members of his shadow cabinet for not toeing his line on Brexit. This is British party politics: voters are forever being asked to compromise, but the politicians don’t have to. At some point the kinder, gentler politics was always going to take a leaf out of Alex Ferguson’s book and start throwing boots at people who disagreed with it...'
Marina Hyde, the Guardian


‘Grenfell’s residents were not viewed as people with a right to be heard but as pathetic supplicants, ungrateful for what had been bestowed upon them.’
Deborah Orr, the Guardian