It woz George Neumayr wot dunnit! George - who? Neumayr, he writes for The American Spectator and he wrote an article titled: Fire and Fury Signifying Nothing. It must have been that choice of words with its Shakespearean connotation that nudged me into my silly mistake yesterday. A perfect example of the power of suggestion!
Not one, not two but FIVE Grand Panjandrums were wrong: I refer, in no particular order of incompetence to:
The World Bank
The International Monetary Fund
All of these mighty organisations shrieked and moaned the equivalent of "Woe is me!" at the possibility of Brexit. UK growth would barely reach 1.2% or 1.3% or, at best, 1.5%. It reached 1.8%! Goldman Sachs assured everyone that sterling would drop from $1.25 to $1.14, instead it grew to $1.35. The CBI also forecast that retail sales would plunge but instead they grew by 1.6%. A pro-Brexit organisation, 'Leave Means Leave', can barely contain its giggles in the report in The Telegraph, nor can I! (Stand by for incoming 'SoD'!)
Polly gets her bum smacked! Simply too, too delicious! I refer, of course, to the insufferably sanctimonious and hypocritical Polly Toynbee, the columnist for 'The Graun' - who else? Apparently she crossed swords (or perhaps that should be 'claymores') with Fraser Nelson, the Scottish editor of the 'Best Magazine in the World' - The Spectator, of course! They were debating the merits or otherwise of the appointment of Toby Young, deputy editor of 'the Speccie', to some educational quango. Ms. Toynbee sniffed that Toby Young's campaign to create new 'Free Schools' was merely a device to ensure his own kids a place. 'Jock' Nelson instantly 'put his head in with his bonnet on' (an old Scottish practice!) and suggested that it was better than sending your kids to private schools like, er, well, Ms. Toynbee, actually!
Sorry, sorry, sorry! Alas, earlier today 'I lunched not wisely but too well' with old friends. On return, I rose up to the seventh level of inner awareness and when I woke up came back to earth, I suddenly remembered that I had two recorded episodes of "Spiral" to watch in which, I might add, my darling Audrey Fleurot was raped - shockin', shockin'! I am now too distraught to think of anything sensible to say - and don't think I didn't hear that! - so I will close down for the night.
No more rumbles today