A quiet, rather dull day across the island, as Spring makes up it's mind whether to make an appearance, or spend a couple more weeks wending it's way towards us..
An afternoon of rugby.. racing on the flat at Ainstree.. life continues at it's measured pace here, with few raising their voices in protest.. as many raise their eyes, as though watching the skies for the signs of war their parents described to them, as it had been described in turn to them by their parents. It's a general sentiment, this being unhappy with, but resigned to the reality of another war.
Tony has taken perhaps his boldest stance to date.. gently comparing those who oppose this action against Iraq to those who opposed any action against Hitler during that man's meteoric rise to prominence in the 1930's.. saying it was the misguided action of these well-intentioned peoples who were ultimately responsible for the carnage to follow.. Tony went even one step further, saying even if the US does not take action, for whatever reason George might have at folding at this point in the game, Britain is quite prepared to take Hussein on it's own.
Tony must be thinking it as rather ironic, that while there are 123 members of his own Party who would oppose him, his official Opposition is backing him to the hilt.
Strange bedfellows doth politics make.. forsooth.