Fuck me its hot today. 30 degrees. I’ve just come off the tennis court and my body has no intention of stopping sweating for hours. Possibly days. Much as ‘its gorgeous to be out there’, it almost makes you wish for a cloudy, damp, cold February day to play your tennis in. Then just walk off the court back to glorious sunshine. I don’t want much. Or could play indoors. But that’s for sexually ambivalent poseurs with no spine and other hermaphrodites.

The main problem for Theresa May is that she is Theresa May. And can, currently, do absolutely no good whatsoever in anyone’s eyes. She didn’t ‘engage’ with survivors at the fire site on Thursday. She spoke to Fire-people but not residents. She was advised to leave by her security bods. So the Labour party, obviously, slagged her off as ‘unfeeling’. The press attacked her similarly. Her own party then joined in and accused her of being cold and callous.

Had she done the consolation handshake thing, she would unquestionably been accused of ‘politicising’ a tragedy, or using it for personal gains. She simply couldn’t win. Bit like the election. But almost worse. Because that was in the main part her own fault and this really isn’t.

I don’t even like Theresa May and I think having acted so stupidly and arrogantly in calling the election, she continued to portray herself as some kind of saviour and Churchillian character in her horribly detached way during the campaign. But this is simply grossly unfair.

However, what is needed now is not discussion about public enquiries (lasting 2 years, starting October 2019, cost: £274million), nor even the blame game. Firstly you have to house the people whose homes burned down on Wednesday.

Jeremy Corbyn, almost inevitably, wants to ‘put them in the homes of the rich’, specifically the many houses and flats in London’s most expensive borough owned by those who live there about 4 days a year. The Russians, the Chinese, the investors, just ‘requisition’ their homes and fill them with the former tower residents. A plan so stupid, so dangerous, so ridiculous as to only even get a hearing during this overly-reactionary time.

What my mate Margolis suggested, quite brilliantly I reckon, is to put up temporary housing in Holland Park. Get some plumbing and electricity there and ship in temporary homes, caravans, pre-fabs, whatever. They’re cheap and available. A very elegant solution, I feel. And the words ‘elegant’ and ‘Margolis’ are seldom used in the same sentence.

Address the immediate problem now. The rest can wait.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx