Somnolence...And Then Rise Like Lions From Your Slumber

For the past few days the town has seen more excitement and activity in its High Street since Lord George Murray's Highlanders chased General Hawley's redcoats down the Cow Wynd. Preposterous hopes of repeating 1957 were dashed at Hampden however and it's back to dozy normality with the added bonus of a mini heatwave to give added languor to the lieges. Not many people know that on the morning of the town's second great military engagement Lord George swore that he would sleep that night 'in Falkirk or Paradise,' not a concatenation you normally come across, it has to be said.
And while we're on historical quotations, this is Jutland Day and a good occasion to rehearse Beatty's comment after the third British battle-cruiser blew up. 'Chatfield, there seems to be something wrong with our bloody ships today and with our bloody system.' Our system, neoliberal rampant greed capitalism and a parliamentary set-up that deserves Cobbett's label of Old Corruption, has long needed destruction and following that the creation of a new world. We workers are not afraid of ruins; we, as Durutti said, are the ones who built a new world in the Americas and in Europe and we are capable of building a new world in our hearts even now.