I feel better about myself and the world when I am running regularly. Thanks to the wonders of my chiropractor and my expensive insoles, I am free of injury most of the time these days, barring, of course, the aches and pains that come from a combination of encroaching old age and decades of reckless endeavour on the rugby field.
So, anyway, I am here in Anglesey to get some work done and I prefaced that work with a run this morning. And what did I think about while running - not Walter Bagehot (the work I referred to) and not the divine views of the coast. No, it was that bastard Donald Trump. He was arrested yesterday on what, I'm afraid (and you will remember that I am a lawyer), seem to me to be flimsy chrages. The charges come down to his having misdescribed the money he paid to the porn star he undoubtedly shagged as 'legal expenses'. He was at his egregious self-justifying best when he returned to his lair in Florida and lamented this 'witch hunt'. I hate to say this (because the man is the biggest stain on mainstream politics in the Western world - and these things matter) but the Democrats may have ushered themselves closer to another own-goal. Trump is a shit of the first water. But Joe Biden is as ineffectual an opponent as one might care to imagine. And if they really want to nail Trump they need something better than this.
Good news - after a slow start, I got some of that work done and tonight I think I'll watch a film. No wine though - it's a weekday and I'm being a good boy. This midweek abstinence does my body some good but not my wallet, since I am weighed down by my increasing dependence on good Barolo and Rioja for vinous pleasure. You can't take it with you.
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