Britain WAS in recession!!!! Not now, though we won’t know until about 6 months time, definitively, whether we should now be lining our split shoes with newspaper and eating mud and acting really poor and drinking Prosecco instead of champagne, and just putting 50 quid of 4 star in the Bentley, or whether we’re ok and out of the recession. Which we won’t know for the next 2 ‘quarters’. I’ll get back to you. (Interesting question: do people who read newspapers online have to line old shoes with an old iPhone instead? Will it make them waterproof? Will it stop the phone working?)

Yet the recession has been described as ‘shallow’, like most of the politicians talking about it, so we don’t need to worry just yet.

And I don’t think this news will affect Kylian Mbappe much. Not in any significant way. Because the Paris St Germain striker is on his way to Real Madrid. There’s been talk of him leaving for many years, and now it’s going to happen. You’d kind’a think that PSG would be upset about losing the jewel in their very heavily jewelled crown. But in fact it’s not totally unwanted as it means they can divest themselves of the one man who earns from them 25% of their total yearly INCOME. Not of their profit, their fucking income. Which, obviously, doesn’t really bother the Qatari terrorist-harboureres who own the club, they’ll just find a couple of billion Euros in an old suit pocket they were taking to the dry cleaners and shore up the club’s finances for another 3 months, knowing with confidence that the UEFA ‘Fair Play’ group have not yet grown their testicles to any significant degree. And if they have, anyone can be bribed. Any testicle can be bribed.

But best news of all is that, unlike Alexei Navalny, my brother is still alive. I’m so glad that Putin isn’t on the medical staff at the Royal Free. Yet Richard not only lives but, according to a very knowledgeable man in such matters, is coming back in an exceedingly ‘baby steps’ kind’a way. Breathing better, though still on his ventilator, blood pressure stable and good, and although his kidneys need a bit more help, we’re moving in the right direction. In this case, the ‘right direction’ is out of the fucking hospital and out onto Pond Street. But I feel we’re a ‘little’ way off that just now. I’d even take the direction out of Intensive Care, but heh, I can do ‘patient’. If my brother can, so can I.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx