One Day

I might actually hate it

After Cheltenham, I am tempted to suggest we let the dust settle, perhaps even recommending that we keep the pen capped before sending out The “Angry of Tunbridge Wells” missive. Even if I go “off on one,” to what end? I might conceivably be wrong. It’s plausible that I might weaken any sensible elements of my Aristotelian approach to my arguments by ra…