“I never closed my eyes for an instant”.
Sixty-five years ago on Sunday, from George Orwell (orwelldiaries)'s diaries...
Very heavy raid last night, probably the heaviest in many months, so far as London is concerned…Bomb in Lord’s cricket ground (school-boys having their exercise at the nets as usual this morning, a few yards from the crater) and another in St. John’s Wood churchyard. This one luckily didn’t land among the graves, a thing I have been dreading will happen...
Hey London, stop moaning. You have it so EASY now.
Ha, and apologies if this appears right next to a genuine cry of anguish in your RSS feeds. I mean much more the minutae problems of pointlessness, viz "I thought I'd lost my Osyter but it turned out I hadn't" or "where's my good mug?"
Very heavy raid last night, probably the heaviest in many months, so far as London is concerned…Bomb in Lord’s cricket ground (school-boys having their exercise at the nets as usual this morning, a few yards from the crater) and another in St. John’s Wood churchyard. This one luckily didn’t land among the graves, a thing I have been dreading will happen...
Hey London, stop moaning. You have it so EASY now.
Ha, and apologies if this appears right next to a genuine cry of anguish in your RSS feeds. I mean much more the minutae problems of pointlessness, viz "I thought I'd lost my Osyter but it turned out I hadn't" or "where's my good mug?"