Another gorgeous day on this sliver of land between the English Channel and the North Atlantic Ocean. This could be the reason Europeans are gung-ho for the Carbonista Nonsense while Americans regard Kyoto as a lot of hooey. Summer on America’s East Coast has been wet and miserable with New England suffering its worst flooding in decades after it non-stop rain in May and June. Last week New Jersey and Maryland were deluged by some slow-moving thunder storms and on Sunday a foot of rain fell on Washington. Flash floods and mudslides closed roads, railways and the underground while floods swamped basements and caused power cuts. The US National Archives and Smithsonian Museums had to close and the storm knocked down a large tree in front of the White House.
The rains came from a long weather front draped down the eastern states as a steady stream of very moist tropical air from the Bahamas met cooler drier air to the west. The weather front stalled as it ran parallel to the jet stream... the ribbon of air sweeping overhead several miles high...and so the storms inched forward painfully slowly. It is no wonder the Climate Changelings shifted tack from Global Warming to Abrupt Climate Change. Even PT Barnum would have been hard-pressed to sell Global Warming to folks with flood waters lapping round their feet.
My library session was booked for 1030-1130 which gave me a five hour session after getting up with the sun at five. I devoted the time to Cultura’s accounts. I keep a pretty good tally in my head but with five weeks in Sweden ahead and £300 of translator payables coming due while away an accurate count of the State of the Kitty was called for.
A hundred pounds of Good Yacht Guide orders...from New South Wales and Mid-Lothian...came in this week to keep matters on an even keel. And I can set my clock by NCAB who pay on 30-days to the minute which is nice in a customer. We never got off the hook with our Norwegian midsummer problem...NCAB Sweden even picked up some flak from NCAB Norway...but we got the OK to send in our £250 invoice today. So all’s well that ends well.
PCHut has been down to three computers for the past week. Today for the first time capacity shortages caught up with le propiéteur. Sandra was at my computer when I arrived to clock on at a quarter to twelve. So I jumped at the excuse to treat myself to egg & chips at Strand Cafe. At midday the customers at PCHut indulged in some musical chairs so by a quarter past...or ‘after’ as the Americans say...I was in business posting blogs and deleting junk mail.

Yesterday I sent Dele Oguntimoju a paper for the Real Nations Forum entitled States, Nations & Diasporas. Today I followed it up with another entitled Village Trusts for Angela Bates’ Real Communities Forum. John Papworth emailed back an enthusiastic endorsement of the first paper which puts him back in my good books. The two papers started life as the Rye’s Own article that ran into a Coleridge Moment. This article was then recycled into a couple of this week’s weblogs before re-emerging as the Ugly Sisters. I would like to think they improved as they matured.
I am having another go at the Scots in these articles of mine. But I have good reason. Not even Horatio Nelson is immune to their stealthy takeover of English public life. After all what could be less Scottish than Nelson...despite his dalliances with a lady by the name of Hamilton. It now transpires that the man at the top of the column in Trafalgar Square overlooking the goings-on in Whitehall is Scottish. Nelson’s statue is made from Scottish Craigleith stone. A large supply has just been sent south for use in renovating the column. Och ‘n aye ‘n Auld Land Syne.
Down south at Southwark Crown Court two customs officers have been jailed for their part in an alcohol and tobacco smuggling scam. Their job was to wave smugglers through dockside controls at Dover. Meanwhile up in the north-east Newcastle City Council has been rapped on the knuckles for flying the European Flag without planning permission…technically it’s an advert. You couldn’t make it up. By the laws of the land only National Flags can be hoisted up the country’s flagpoles without planning permission. With World Cup fever at a pitch before England’s quarter-final match against Portugal on Saturday perhaps some Europhile might like to test the law by challenging the flying of the Flag of St George. There must a million on them south of the Tyne and east of the Severn.





