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Self-regard for fun and profit

Now it is of zero interest to me personally if Chris Huhne decides he wants to trade hid wife in for a younger model. Sunrise, sunset. However, his peremptorily bald twitter announcement did pique my interest slightly; for those unaware it read, simply: "I am in a serious relationship with Carina Trimingham and I am separating from my wife."

Bully for you Chris. However it strikes me that it would be a touch more seemly to have included a smidgeon of contrition, no? I'm reminded of the magnificent performance of Beatrice Straight in the stupendous Network, who, confronting her cheating husband delivers the following speech

Get out, go anywhere you want, go to a hotel, go live with her, and don't come back. Because, after 25 years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain that we have inflicted on each other, I'm damned if I'm going to stand here and have you tell me you're in love with somebody else. Because this isn't a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? Or - or some broad that you picked up after three belts of booze. This is your great winter romance, isn't it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it. And, if you can't work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance. I hurt. Don't you understand that? I hurt badly.

Respect and allegiance Chris, give it some fucking thought.

BREAKING ORMSKIRK NEWS:

There are unconfirmed sightings of a black panther having a wander around Skelmersdale, whether this is a big cat or a sixties political activist is, at present, unclear.

FURTHER BREAKING ORMSKIRK NEWS:

Those of you aware of my deep love for the shonkier end on non-league football will doubtless join me in raising a glass to the creation of an actual, honest to goodness Ormskirk town FC. Shortly to be ripping up the Ormskirk Sunday league, division 2. We shall watch their progress with interest.

BREAKING POETRY NEWS:

Coastalblog hermano Michael Egan has set up an intriguing project here, all work is pseudonymous and is required to commit to a number of constraints, so obviously I couldn't resist. Your humble correspondent is up there, but obviously I'm not saying as who.

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