What happened to the silly season?
The dog days of August are supposed to be the time when deputy newspaper editors scrabble around for copy and come up with nothing more riveting than filler stories of UFO sightings or escaped tigers roaming the
This year the silly season has become the sinister season.
The government has placed
And just when we thought Nigel Farage had himself slipped out of sight for a summer break – well-deserved for him and a blessing for the rest of us – he pops up gleefully to announce that the Conservative Member of Parliament for
Then Vladimir Putin shows up on the front pages to boast that he can, in effect, do whatever he wants in Ukraine because he controls most of Europe’s gas; and if we don’t like what he’s doing there, and are thinking about more serious sanctions, we should pause to remember that Russia has nuclear weapons and Europe’s biggest army.
As if that wasn’t enough for Prime Minister David Cameron to worry about, the Scottish National Party’s independence campaign apparently gathers momentum after Alex Salmond wallops Alistair Darling, his ‘Better Together’ opponent, in the second of their debates, despite having shed no more light on what independence actually means for any of us in this so-called
What a pretty pass we’ve come to. What a mess!
But perhaps it is the silly season, after all.
Maybe the terrorist alert is just the government erring on the safe side of caution.
And Cameron may yet find a way of rallying his party dissidents behind a coherent plan for our future in
Maybe Putin’s sabre-rattling is strictly for domestic political consumption, and doesn’t reveal underlying psychopathic tendencies.
And some still believe, even as hope starts to challenge expectation, that
But it’s rather a larger collection of maybes than we are accustomed to dealing with.
Let’s all hope that by the end of September, we can look back on a silly season that may have been sillier than usual, but was still no more than August playing its usual wicked tricks.
We Britons are living in unsettling times.