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Walking back in light, vertical rain last evening amid that glorious cacophony of early summer birdsong mingling scents of honeysuckle, clematis and damp bark, there came one of those deeply satisfying, long low rumbling rolls of thunder. It reminded me of the leg-lifting farts that Guns who stand in front of a roaring fire at weekend shooting parties aim straight up the chimney.

And as I strolled, with every step growing soggier, thoughts turned to how this world will look a week from today and pondered the bumpy ride to follow.

Having been educated (sic) inter alia in Germany and France and being a Viking, there are a number of friends on my Eurotrash email list. I asked them how they’d vote were they required to choose whether their country ought stay within the European Union.

I wrote in their language and, with one exception who bucked the trend in every respect, universally they responded in English. Universally they would vote to stay, universally they want the UK to stay, universally they are dismayed the UK appears to sense and hold itself so separate.

We blogos’ed recently on really not knowing which way an EQ wind blew regarding the Referendum. Six days to go and I still don’t. But in virtue that you don’t fix a problem by running away from it – and it would be a dismal way to treat the neighbours – much to my surprise, I’m minded to stay in.

With reference to the foregoing …



It is a truism that no-one ever gave advice contrary to their own interests. I’ve looked for a disinterested-while-informed individual discovering it to be an oxymoron: why should the disinterested inform themselves?

In case you hadn’t guessed, we’re talking about the NeverEndum, Britain’s referendum on whether the kingdoms of these united isles should remain as member of the European Union.

Balancing the pros and the cons of membership as opposed to submitting to the climates of fear by which each side seek to entremble us is hard. I don’t hold with fear and the polarizing vacillation between supine ‘couldn’t give a flyer’ and prone ‘waddawegonnadoooo’ positions would be hilarious were it not so serious.

Listening to one of those splinteringly clear, clever Americans or Tibetans whose telescope breadth gives them a modicum of distance is on my Do-List; I was hoping to hear something cheerful from the President but even he was able to resist balance.

If you were expecting to see which way an EQ gale howls on this vexed issue, alas: we’re not finished battening down the hatches and the sou’westers have blown off. I wonder what the Dalai Lama would say? He’d probably chuckle; or yawn.