Rainy days and Carpenters songs always make me cry*

Sense prevails

Or perhaps not...

From that last one:

This is not the nation celebrated in its own mythology and the imagination of much of the outside world. Now apparently, we, the British, are prepared to betray our traditions, truth, duty, dignity, decency and ourselves. It seems that since we no longer recognise the concept of honour, we no longer have any shame. We think it is fine to say anything to save our skins. To be subjected to unpleasantness is unbearable, even if we have chosen the profession of a fighting man or woman. Emotional experience, of whatever kind and however tawdry, is turned into vicarious entertainment for the populace.

Someone send that man a collection of First World War poetry and then see if he's so keen on Honour Above All.





*There's a documentary about The Carpenters on TV as I type. I'm okay so far, they haven't got to Rainy Days and Mondays yet...