Let's get on board
8th August, 2020 Once again we face a high summer of inflatables, awash to the gunwales with refugees, trying desperately and at the risk of their lives, to get to Britain. Here, in the country itself, everyone is exhausted by Covid-19. No-one wants to talk about it. It's all been said anyway. And if it hasn't, no-one wants to hear it. Pretty much the same can be said about Brexit, politics generally, the economy, government, and so on. No-one wants to know any more. We are hunkering down inside our castles, pulling up the drawbridge and sitting down in front of our televisions and drinking beer from the bottle. Our bellies increase as our bank accounts decrease. But we can't be bothered to deal with it. It is mercilessly hot. We have all the curtains closed to shut out the appalling heat. We slurp in a sweaty lassitude drinking cold things hoping this will change everything: Covid, the refugee problem, Iraq, Syria, Lebanon, China, USA, the murder of the innocent everywher...