Former Gordon Brown aide Damian McBride:
Cashpoint was open, and no queue, so I got money out easy. And then strolled across the road to my usual ‘rallying point’, the local pub. Where I bought a beer – because basically, well, I guess I just prefer beer to bottled water. The landlady remarked that August’s weather had been “rubbish,” which was true. And then I sat outside nervously smoking under an awning holding about 30 gallons of rainwater, slowly sloshing to and fro in the wind, and occasionally spilling down the sides.
Tomorrow, if the world hasn’t ended, and the town hasn’t burned down, and there aren’t Islamic State beheading parties roaming the streets, and it’s not still raining, I may go back and have another beer. And smoke some more cigarettes.