A friend popped in for a cup of tea and brought over trifle, so I had a pleasant break from work. We tutted over the whole Prince Harry business, generally agreeing that it was all nonsensical on every side, and the press is particularly shameful, but it’s certainly good gossip fodder.
Other shameful news from the UK: the entrance of arseholes like Zack Goldsmith into the House of Lords, and all the actions of Priti Patel, a snivelling disgrace to humanity.
I am glad to see that Keir Starmer is the frontrunner in the Labour party contest. He was my MP shortly before we moved to Malaysia, and at the time I was bit huffy because he was parachuted in to a safe seat, but during the whole Brexit business he has seemed to have the good sense and thoughtfulness otherwise absent from the frontbench. I wish he could have been Labour party leader a year ago, I think there might have been a chance they’d have won the election then. Now, it seems to me even odds he’ll be able to rebuild the party (assuming he wins), and has a long way to steer it. But better him than your Nandys and Lang-Baileys.