This Ukrainian malarkey, it’s been burbling away on the back burner (as far as a chap who sits comfortably in southeast England is concerned) for quite a while. About a year ago we at the Towers thought it would really kick off. Kick off and bring an end to our peaceable, comfortable, gentle and unexciting lifestyle. Kick off and bring WAR to a generation that had regarded such a disaster as something that always happened elsewhere. An outcome to be feared, very, very, very feared.
Then there was a ‘ceasefire’, hooray, and that fear receded. It went quiet, as far as the media here was concerned and many of us hoped that it would get quieter still and eventually disappear.
No such thing’s going to happen in this sad old real world though. It’s kicked off again, big time locally, the head honchos of France and Germany are in Moscow trying to defuse the situation, to stop it becoming regional, continental, possibly global. Yet the headlines are still absorbed with the death of the Jordanian pilot, a rugby match between Wales and England, Rotherham Council, Gary Glitter, Nigel Farage and the low price of milk. Yep those things are of concern, to some, but frankly as we teeter on the brink of Armageddon perhaps we should all wise up a bit and start to get this sorted.
Allatsea for one, is not sleeping easily, even that faithful old standby and cure for all things worrying, gin, isn’t helping.