So farewell Robert Jenrick and goodbye My Lord

Plus some racing on Friday TV

As we rush headlong into another spell of dreary, dank weather, I am impressed by how God is closely matching the weather to the nation's mood. Apocalyptic warnings of right-wing oppression and the rise of fascism; pious admonitions from the untouchables on the left making driving, drinking, fags, dancing, eating, travelling, and staying warm, the works of the devil. It is, and much like the weather, so relentlessly unpleasant.