Musings —04.27.2010 03:29 PM—
Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. I owe Peter Milliken, who my mother adores, an apology. And I owe James Bowie, student-at-law, a lunch at the Japanese place.
Now, a fortnight hence, if the Reformatories flip the bird in the direction of Parliament again, and Mr. Milliken asks that everyone come together and be nice to each other, yet again, then lunch is on you, Mr. Bowie.
Until then, I stand before you, a chastened man.
(And, impossibly, a little bit hopeful that we may still have a functioning democracy, here.)
(Norman’s take, always worth reading, here.)
(And Susan has a fascinating little exchange with Derek Lee on what lies ahead.)