Dearest Gentle Reader, the Southern Kingdom broils at thirty-seven degrees and the corridors of power run equally hot - a Chancellor faces demotion, a defence plan presses on without its Prime Minister, and a national inquiry at last names the towns where truth has too long been buried. This Author has much to report, and not all of it may be borne lightly.

Dearest Gentle Reader, twenty-nine thousand lightning strikes, one prime minister departing, and a ticket reseller fined for crimes against the checkout page - this Tuesday has arrived with the subtlety of a thunderclap. This Author has opinions on all of it, including a certain gallery withdrawal that has set the cultural salons buzzing with rather more heat than even the red weather alert can account for.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings fire, collision, and political paralysis in quantities sufficient to exhaust even the most devoted observer of society's theatre. A prime minister gets on with the job - but which job, and for how much longer? And one rather loud television personality has news that is, for once, entirely welcome.