Clarke standing for Tory leader; the Foreign Office busy briefing that the only solution to Iraq is a civil war, and we might as well pull out now and let it happen quickly rather than later; my tax demand and how Adam Smith's Pin Factory and the advantage of specialisation is so distorted by taxes that there comes a time when it is more economically rational to do a non-optimum job yourself than do your optimum job and pay the layers of tax to give the proper worker his fair share. Oh, there are a heap of blog entries I have nearly written but my heart isn't into it again today.
On Saturday I started to write how I had conclusive proof that Pork Scratchings caused Hang-overs - my little dig at the distortions of cause and effect was going to show how it was only when I had eaten Pork Scratching I felt rough the next day; that I only eat them when I have drunk too much was to be left unsaid, as was that it is only when I have been drinking with the Good Colonel that it happens.
Some of you may be familiar with the odd mention Mr Free Market and myself have made of the Good Colonel. He is a very dear friend of ours, an Army Officer of bravery and daring combined with intelligence, he had just finished a years course at Cambridge University. Friday night he and I gathered round the beer pumps of the King's Arms and put the world to rights. He was having a great time, just finished the course and excited about going off to Baghdad for a year in an important role. His wife and children, who he dotes on, were at the seaside so he was having a couple of days of selfish fun. With Ian every day is a day to make the most of and enjoy. The weather was set fine and the wind in the right direction for him to be able to go Paragliding on Saturday on the hills above the village, a sport he loves and does to a high standard.
Something went wrong; he had a serious crash on Saturday afternoon. He is on life support in Intensive Care. I don't know his prognosis but if anyone can pull through it is him. My thoughts are with his wife, children and family and at times like this I miss having the Faith that would enable me to pray for him. But I keep repeating into the ether:
"Ian, go on, make it, you can do it - we want you back."
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.