Monday, March 10, 2008
I was unable to blog this morning as I was hastily constructing a raft from excitingly contemporary furniture. I am now floating down Bayswater Road, my Designers Guild bedspread sail puffed out by the mighty gale from the west. Bankers seated in Eames chairs are drifting past me. Their wives, clutching giant baby buggies, are balancing precariously on Conran tables and trying not to look at the children of the poor clinging on to their Ikea wardrobes. West London is a series of islands, the highest points crowded with writers, art dealers, hedge funders and nannies. Royal Navy helicopters have just begun pick up the most famous and those with the most plausible VAT records. A vast cruise ship can be seen in the distance. It is carrying Ken Livingstone and his 'advisers' to safety.
But, seriously, where is this storm? It just looks like an averagely bad day out there. It is very disappointing. With the Budget due, is this another Brownian plot to distract us from the appalling state of the public finances?
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 1:32 pm