Listening to Jeeves while the racists march

Surprised that I was still a big photosensitive this morning, but finally by the end of the day, I was feeling much better, and went for enough of a walk to do my 10k minimum, mainly just along the seafront down to Splash Point. Windy and bright, after a torrential and thundery start to the day.

A regrouping day in Kenny towers. A few pottering around jobs, but mainly resting. I downloaded the audiobook which collects all the BBC recordings of the Jeeves stuff recorded in the 70s, with Richard Briers as Berty, and Michal Hordern as Jeeves. Listened to these as I was walking. Also Lorraine and I listened to chapter one of a science book called How to Make Your Brain Your Best Friend, by Rachel Barr, a young neuroscientist who has built up a big following on social media. It is punchy and well written.

In the evening, Lorraine and I watched Murder, My Sweet, (aka Farewell, My Lovely in the UK). A lovely 1945 film noir based on Raymond Chandler's book. Great dialogue.

My blood ran cold watching news coverage of 110k drunken flag waving white racists on a march in central London, led by the thug Tommy Robinson, real name Stephen Yaxley-Lennon. It included a live link up with Elon Musk telling the crowd to overthrow the government. 

Nothing from the UK Government... Starmer's association with the consistently odious Peter Mandelson, who has had to be sacked on account of his creepy relationship with Epstein. Meanwhile the BBC at lunchtime, in their 'efforts to be balanced' presented this is two opposing marches (as there was a small antifascist march of about 5k people). In later bulletins this was corrected. The far right in the UK is emboldened, and I am scared we are on the brink of something terrible. Keir Starmer seems not to be the man for this difficult moment, and the support of the PPL, if the Guardian is correct, seems to be draining away. 

Splash point today.