Nottingham continues to surprise with it is “nice” here and there, it’s closer to Edinburgh or Bath, than Birmingham or Sheffield. Coming up for air can be quite pleasant and the city’s Broad Street, while hardly worthy of the name, is a little bohemian oases. Earl Grey tea is being supped in the street’s ‘Lee Rosy’s Tea, the internet is free and fast, there are little congregations of tea and cake lovers outside and ‘ across the road there is a small crowd of arty farty types outside the cinema and arts centre, supping their continental beers and their beaujolais. The weather is not continental, of course, but it is at least dry for the time being and when you get that in Blighty it is time for make-believe and to think of far away places.
Other news worthy of reporting on from the head in the sand land? Well, Scotland’s Andy Murray is a British hero with Katie and Pippi Middleton, David and mommie Cameron, Boris Johnson, David and Posh and quite a few other true Brits rooting for him at Wimbledon. The temptation is to advise Andy to speak out in favour of Scottish independence, but that would be rather unfair. Let the lad concentrate on his Tennis. Nevertheless, we might, of course, ask; where was Alex Salmond? This guy could add at least another 100.000 votes in favour of independence.