rain

The morning offering succour in the shape of a sequence of small, sharp, shots while the early heat makes a mockery of the hour, beyond the front door, a sauna. It's that kind of day, again. The forecast warns of 35 degrees with a real feel of 44, high pollution levels, not the kind of day to head out into the hills, not the kind of day to do anything much.

In the early afternoon there's a break, the humidity transformed into an intense downpour catching me, happily, upon the walk back to the flat from the Eco park, causing a pause, face upward, open mouthed, wishing that the rain was cooler..

“We're all mongrels son, that's all you have to remember.”

Reading the news as a live stream, watching as the self appointed protectors of the realm, on finding that there's no one for them to fight, decide to attack the police. Hogarthian caricatures, beer sodden faces twisted with rage against something or anything. Nazi salutes beneath a boarded up stature of Churchill a sublime irony at play here as they piss upon that which they claim to revere. It's odd to watch this, it's like time travel, back into the dark ages of the 70's and 80's. Skinheads and the national front. They'd never gone - I recall a few gigs in the 90s where they'd made misguided attempts at disruption - but the politics of the last few years seems to have moved the rock which they were hiding under. The frothing mouths of the far right attempting to cloak their overt racism with pretexts; the demonisation of migrants, Islamophobia, taking their country back. Fartrag and his ilk providing them with a superficial illusion of respectability, echoes within this government; Brexshit means Brexshit.