Dearest Gentle Reader, Monday has delivered a blast furnace of news - nationalisation, a most alarming cruise ship, a record-breaking television triumph, and the death of a man who once commanded the Death Star. This Author has opinions on all of it, and restraint has never been among her virtues.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday delivers a leadership tremor supported by precisely ten souls, a military parachute drop onto the world's most remote island, and a political earthquake in the Principality that has left Labour speechless - quite literally. There is gravity here, and there is audacity, and this Author has spared neither her ink nor her eyebrow in the telling of it all.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Saturday has delivered independence, invasion, and interplanetary intrigue in such rapid succession that This Author's quill has scarcely had time to dry. From the triumphant shores of North Britain to the rather less triumphant shores of the English Channel, the day's affairs are nothing short of extraordinary - and that is before one even glances skyward.