Wednesday, September 16
For want of a tin of Cherry Blossom
It seems much ado about nothing, the brouhaha regarding Jeremy Corbyn’s appearance and behaviour at yesterday’s commemoration ceremony. However a while back I attended the funeral of an uncle. He was a decorated WW2 veteran, at Dunkirk and all the way through to ’46. To get into the church I had to pass through an avenue of veterans, a canopy of crossed standards. And you were conscious that each member of the honour guard was inspecting your dress, the shine on your shoes, to assure himself you were turned out correctly and paying proper respect to an old comrade. As Michael Foot discovered: this sort of stuff is important to people.