A stream of unfocused rage

This week: the great survivor survives again, and somehow I am shocked; some things that annoy me about the name of central London’s stations; and possibly the most complicated metro map in the world.

It hit me, in a profound way a few days ago: he’s still bloody here. 

This is very far from the worst thing to have happened in geopolitics in recent weeks – the worst thing, I fear, hardly needs spelling out, and the horror is so great I have yet to work out how to comprehend it, let alone write it down, so am retreating to this well worn groove instead…