Cagliari

I’ve been on conference, in Sardinia. In the port town of Cagliari, to be more precise. There are other guides available, and to be honest you’re probably better off consulting D.H. Lawrence’s “Sea and Sardinia”. In any case, some impressions.

It is hard to get things done in Italy, and in Sardinia this is no exception. Things get done in their own style and manner and if the results are not consistent, so be it.

There is a certain island monoculture (which has made me view the parts of England not big cities, that is, everything except London, Brum, Manchester, maybe Leeds, in a new light. So I have learned something, perhaps? What a rare occurrence! What I am learning is that the referendum result was decades in the making and that it is much, much bigger than Johnson and Farage and their ilk.

Port towns tend to be a bit dirty, scruffy. Cagliari is no exception. I saw plenty of antifa graffiti, only one swastika.

Cagliari is naturally stunning – I mean, really jaw-dropping.

It gets hot – real hot – in the summer.

Theresa May, or she may not

We are moving into a post-politics era where the comings and goings move faster than the news. “News is the new addiction” wrote DeLillo and as ever he predicted twitter refresh and live feeds on the online newspapers. And as Brexit moves across the horizon like the Death Star, here is its reluctant champion, an anti-woman woman, a middle Englander who might as well be called Cambridgeshire, and still we pant on all fours to Sup at the dog bowl of News.