Seeing John Major Govern The Country Is

I Cannot Be Alone In Being Pretty Nauseated By Red Nose Day, Or At Least Its Television Manifestation. Do I Think That Wretchedly Poor Children In Africa Should Get Food And Life-saving Drugs? Of Course. Do I Want To Be Hectored Into Contributing By Celebrities Who Earn More In A 10-minute Slot Than Many Of These Families Get In A Year? Nope.

When You Visit A Foreign City You Are In It, But Not Of It, Separated By A Glass Wall. Once, While A Student, I Was Getting Dressed In My Ground-floor Room When A Family Of Italians Crossed The Grass To Watch, As If I Were Laid On For Their Amusement And Instruction.

A British Lawyer Would Like To Think Of Himself As Part Of That Mysterious Entity Called The Law; An American Lawyer Would Like A Swimming Pool And Two Houses.

Curiously, It Is Hard Not To Be A Little Optimistic About The Future For Zimbabwe (as Nobody At All Calls It Yet, Except In Political Speeches). The Fear Is Not That There Will Be Mass Slaughter Of The Whites, Followed By Their Flight To South Africa And The Collapse Of The Economy, But That The Need To Retain White Confidence May Mean That The Blacks Are Badly Disappointed.

Switzerland Still Has A Huge Share Of The Watch Market, All Advertised At The Airport On Illuminated Hoardings. Gosh, They Are Ugly.