June Open Thread

Events, dear boy and girl, events...

This has always resonated with me from W.B. Yeats - despite him famously being an awful idiot:

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

And on that happy note...

Here's a splendid, spanking-new open thread. 

Sorry for all the silences - the blogging equivalent of social distancing? - but thank you for your continued support and comments. 

Please bear with us and keep on having your say.