I found this on Twitter. Marie Le Conte – as shrewd as ever – points back to a piece by the MP Bridget Phillips about the new thinking needed if Labour is to become relevant again.
The sad part is that this was written, unheeded, in 2015. The good is that Bridget Phillips survived the cull and is still an MP. I’d be glad to think that she – and others – will be able to make themselves heard in the clamour of denial, blame and defensiveness that is engulfing the party at the moment
If you are on Twitter Le Conte (@youngvulgarian) is well worth following.
I came across this lovely thread a while ago. It began with Robert Macfarlane again, choosing as his word of the day, ‘Helm Wind’ – the UKs only named wind that blows from the North East and pours down off Cross Fell in Cumbria.
In medieval Ireland, the winds were each said to have a particular colour (see Saltair na Rann, a collection of 162 Early Middle Irish poems)
So the north wind is black and the south, white, while a wind from the SSE is greyish-green.
Fascinating enough – then @iandhig adds this from Flann O’Brien – scholar and poet that he was:
‘People in the old days had the power of perceiving these colours…a better occupation than gazing at newspapers’ (From the Third Policeman)
I feel guilty about passing on these conversations – albeit they are public ones but, as John Aubrey says:
How these curiosities would be quite forgot, did not such idle fellowes as I put them down.