Just writing dear, not ranting!

I am grateful for your patience, blame the delay if you like on writer’s cramp, a technical term for wife. I’d actually written my preamble for the day, read it to Madame, and then digested her look, her rolled eyes and her resigned “If you must…” before I realised she thought it too dark.

In those circumstances, it’s often best to walk away, but I don’t really have a choice. I have to fill this gap with something, something to amuse, or something to make you think or better yet, make me think.

I have for example been working on an article, mostly aimed at explaining to me, (you all probably understand it already being clever-clogs), what is honestly happening with the devaluation of the dollar, the use of crypto, the balancing act of stablecoins and rising gold valuations. I know… heady stuff and almost certainly beyond my mental capacity. If I ever get a grip on it, it will still be unlikely to appear in the Christmas Annual because whilst dull, the likely outcome of this financial chicanery will be too frightening to consider.

I was also having a look whether Crane Brinton’s Anatomy of Revolution (1938) had any reference points to today. He suggested that major revolutions—like the English Civil War, the American Revolution, the French Revolution, and the Russian Revolution—follow a similar, predictable life cycle, drawing an analogy to a fever or disease. As such, Brinton broke a Revolution down into four distinct stages. These were the early onset of symptoms, the development of those symptoms and the beginning of the Revolution itself; the fever’s crisis when the Revolution is Radicalised; and finally, the fever breaks and normalcy returns. If his modelling is broadly correct, then it does seem as though a case can be made that the disease is here.

No, you’re right. Not really terribly uplifting. Possibly, even a tad concerning. Another pot hits the now, quite crowded, back-burner.

Cup of tea and a slice of toast then and a bit of chilling out with The Morning Line on ITV, where I am constantly reminded by various good eggs, that racing is brilliant.