Sorry for the recent silence. I've been delivering leaflets. And I had to go down to London for three days. I always find it difficult to slip back into London life, particularly on the tube. I knew it all once: exactly which spot to stand in to be in the most convenient spot to exit. But now I’m the bloody tourist who is too slow and gets in the way. The one who doesn’t know that when the announcement says the train is approaching Bank there’s still 90 seconds to go and it’s too soon to stand up.
I had to do some work in the City. I also went to a gallery opening. (The owner always appeals to me: she was once the Australian cultural attaché, in complete contrast to Barry Humphries’ most outrageous character, Sir Les Patterson, self-designated Australian cultural attaché.) Both places were buzzy, gossipy, lively. But it all seemed a bit fin de siècle, a final dance before the end.
The relevance? I think there’s a big financial chill to come. One that will put big pressure on public finances, and which will increase the need for effective management of the Council’s budget.
I had to do some work in the City. I also went to a gallery opening. (The owner always appeals to me: she was once the Australian cultural attaché, in complete contrast to Barry Humphries’ most outrageous character, Sir Les Patterson, self-designated Australian cultural attaché.) Both places were buzzy, gossipy, lively. But it all seemed a bit fin de siècle, a final dance before the end.
The relevance? I think there’s a big financial chill to come. One that will put big pressure on public finances, and which will increase the need for effective management of the Council’s budget.
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