It's a pleasant day in Brum and the Birmingham Back to Backs are having an open day round the corner. Not much summer left, though. The nights are drawing in already. There was a programme on the radio earlier about the Blitz, this being its 70th anniversary. The Blitz - and what people lived through - is worth commemorating. It's hard to put yourself in their place and imagine what our parents and grandparents went through. Things like this, for example.
The first photograph is of course St Paul's which survived more or less intact despite everything about it being devastated. The second photo is Hoiborn Circus. There's something agreeably surreal about the equestrian statue on the right raising his hat to the burning building. A lot of the programme was about the popular music of the time. Tony Benn was on the programme. He was 15 at the time of the Blitz and said his mother liked the song A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square. So do I for some odd reason. Here it is. Who else to perform it but Vera Lynn?
Backy the Bactrian Camel (who keeps an eye on the government to save the rabbit the bother) writes: some fellow with the improbable name of Jonathan Djanogly is somewhat in the poo. Djanogly is MP for Huntingdon (as was Cromwell but that's by the way) and something in the sinisterly named Ministry of Justice. It emerges that Djanogly hired a firm of private detectives to conduct an undercover investigation into his aides and colleagues. The subject matter of this investigation: what they thought of him. The answer? They think he is a complete arse. The cost to Djanogly of finding out that people think he is a complete arse: £5,000. Almost makes you sorry for him. Almost but not quite.