Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings a triumvirate of delights that no fiction writer would dare invent: a resigned minister declares political catastrophe before luncheon, the Kingdom finishes last in Europe's grandest singing contest with a single Ukrainian point, and the Capital spends four and a half million pounds keeping itself from itself. Your devoted Author has observed it all - and found the absurdity quite inexhaustible.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Saturday has delivered enough drama to furnish a full season of society intrigue - a Northern lord makes his boldest gambit yet for the very highest office, eleven foreign agitators find the Kingdom's doors most firmly shut against them, and a celebrated British institution discovers its aerial ambitions have rather literally crashed to earth. Your humble Author has been busy indeed.

Dearest Gentle Reader, Thursday has once again outdone itself in the production of scandal, with a leadership scramble, a war-addled economy, and a fish and chip crisis of genuinely philosophical proportions. This Author has observed much, judged freely, and raised an eyebrow at approximately everything. The Capital, the corridors of power, and one small chip shop in Pembrokeshire all have starring roles in today's most diverting dispatch.