I sense somehow that I should be waxing serious about something or other, given local events. And local is, for me, a rather many splendoured thing. It's here, there and most everywhere.
The Marching Season is upon us, in its most literal sense, proving, as it so often does, the colossal idiocy of institutionalizing idiocy. Perhaps the Coalition of the Willing might wish to introduce the concept in Baghdad, as part of their "democratization" policies. Just as they're beating a fast retreat, of course.
And in London they are refusing to use the "t" word and sternly abjuring the "new normal" cant that so terrorized the American public. Today's normal is yesterday's normal, thank you.
As for the EZLN [not even attempting segue here], no news. One assumes they are awaiting, receiving, invitations from other organizations in Mexico for the next zapatour. I have heard some musings as to where the December-perhaps-January Encuentro might be held.
Words like Cuba and Bolivia are murmured. Barcelona would know how to do it up right, and, if it were in Milan, there would be futbol. Biarritz would be fascinating and affordable in the off-season, and, having lived there, I can recommend the most paradisical stall at Les Halles. And I should imagine that the crossborder proximity might appeal to some.
Any other suggestions? Dublin could be brilliant, of course, for its overpriced pints and solidarity. Paris for Mme. Mitterand, Amsterdam for...