Lost at sea

Happiness that I'd got through the week tempered with the return of a peeving sore throat. Work not too bad, however, and gripped with a consumptive's desire to work on poems. This I did after I left work early.

UK's news media full of Tony Blair's battle to hold on to his discredited Premiership. The spectacle of the two most powerful politicians in the country (Blair and the Chancellor Gordon Brown) locked in a struggle for power is unedifying.

Also the bizarre story of Matthew Harvey a Guernseyman (and from his surname possibly a distant relative via my Grandmother) was also in the news today. He was supposed to have been lost at sea for three days sparking a major search involving hundreds of people. Turns out during the three days of the search he caught a ferry to the UK for a couple of days, then returned to Guernsey and apparently slipped back into the sea. He was fished out of the water near Fermain Bay by some people in a yacht, while claiming to have been stranded on rocks.

You have to feel a bit sorry for him and his family. A bit of a freak out, possibly, which then became national news. Cringingly embarrassing.