Should I applaud laziness as much as I do? Answer? No. Yesterday morning when I woke up with an almost fully formed critique of the developing feud between the two titans of nationalist politics  in the UK: the sinister clown from UKIP, which is basically, an English nationalist party in aim, sentiment, and sense of victim hood, and the cleverer Machiavelli who squats in triumph north of the border. Both fill me with horror by the way; our united kingdom, this crazy little archipelago feels uncomfortably as if we are nearing some version of the collapse of Yugoslavia.

That critique lies buried somewhere in the rubble of another day's memory because I did n't write it down. I thought about it, but again intention trumped action. Again.