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Well he's not very far trom Liverpool Rd Islington though I have never seen him there only Laura.
My OH being French relies on them for all the stuff that the co-op don't have - creme Isigny Sainte-Mère, grated President cheese, French bakery when she doesn't have time to make her own croissants, fine green beans, charcuterie, scallops, poussin etc. If you stay alert they have some good bargains.
In any case Gove has announced that there won't be any further extension on 1 Jan 2021. The Tory Party including the Waitrose tendency will create their longed for Götterdämmerung from which renewal will spring.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ_zNUmr8fM
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Thought Rollo did hid shopping at the Co Op. how awful to have to admit they shop at Waitrose as well.
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why not ?
can you not get it through your thick head that the thread is essentially about the effects of the corvid lockdown on people's jobs or lack of them and the future of the Tory party of lack of such as it splits in a manner reminiscent of Robert Peel and the Corn Laws ? The moniker "Waitrose Tories" has been applied by those in the Tory party who see themselves as the young guns - Gove, Cummings and Raab. The moniker has been used by the Spectator for some time and it is not about shopping.
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I am well aware that the whole thing is an invention by some sort of journalist.
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So that's creme fraiche, grated ementel, fine green beans, mainly continental ham, scallops and duck. Sourdough bread, brioche and baguettes.
Hmm, I've bought most of those items from Tesco's, apart from creme fraiche - Tesco's sell it, but I don't like it, and duck - again, Tesco sell it, but after growing and eating my own ducks - Gressingham just doesn't come up to standard!
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Rollo! Get your manners into gear!
Gove, Cummings and Raab see themselves as young guns, do they? Well, I've got news for them. I think there are plenty from teens to 40s and 50s who can see right through them. Personally, I have always seen them as ancient heads because that is the way they talk and behave, as far as I can see.
By the way, Gove was ever so funny when he was cornered the other day .... He seemed quite gaga as he searched for a response.
Is it too much to hope that at least one bright spark from each party is compiling a list of twenty-to-thirty year olds who could prove to be competent politicians of the future? That's the bright thing to do - a bit like football scouts, looking a little further ahead than the next match.
It will be difficult for younger ones to get through the vitriol of some such as Cummings and others who were given an easy ride by too many who fell at the first hurdle - but anyone who took the likes of them on and succeeded would, in my eyes, be worthy of a seat no matter their political persuasion.
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Corbyn and his acolytes did untold damage to the Labour perty ( which is the LABOUR party not the UK Socialist Workers party ) which is why we are where we are including the corvid disaster. Starmer shows promise and Cooper tries hard but there is far to go.
And what of the Tories ? Whatever the nasty smell in the kitchen they have generally delivered a basic competence when in power (often) . Now and then they were even very good (Macmillan) and Thatcher was probably the most effective PM in a century. She was brought down by exactly the sort of people who now think they are running the country which is more of a macabre Barnum & Bailey's circus than a country.
Yes, the outgoing Tory administration had plenty of youth, talent and fresh ideas. Unfortunately May made sure they were kept penned in on the back benches or if in cabinet soon silenced. Johnson simply kicked them all out of the party so far as they had not left already.
It is unlikely that a party financed by offshore carpet baggers and with a membership mostly of pensioners in the shires will of itself regenerate.
sauve qui peut
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwcP3NOCeiE
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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