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We actually sailed right round the United Kingdom in sunny weather and with calm calm seas.  Is this a record?  It was so uneventful that I do not even think about it at nights so you will hear no more.

Back to lots of lovely rain and verses at night:

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms my beamish boy!

The boy Dave has surely not slain his Jabberwock aka Colonel Gadaffi. I told him it was no use bombing the Colonel - see my previous comments on "Victory through Air Power". Nothing has changed except that we should face what we've known all along that NATO without huge American involvement is totally useless.  The stalemate goes on but I am prepared to offer my services to negotiate the partition of Libya into Tripolitania on the west and Cyrenaica on the East.  It was good enough for Julius Caesar and it should be good enough for us and the rebels who must be getting pissed off with our half baked support. The little town of Garryhan where I was stationed and achieved my highest rank of barman in the officers' mess is still not in rebel hands.  I doubt if there is much left of it.

I can't resist another dig at poor Dave who is now consulting with little Cleggy and Ed  whether or not the police should conduct the inquiry into the fuss about phone tapping.  HE HAS NO LEADERSHIP QUALITIES.  He must grow up, make up his own mind and not be surprised when we all discover that the police themselves are deep in the mire.  What an excess of moral rage has been unleashed.  I only hope that it does not lead to hasty legislation for a muzzle on the press.