Waiting...

...waiting...waiting. Earlier this week I was waiting for the War to start. I couldn't wait. I was desperately fidgety. And now the War has started. And now I can't wait for it to end or for at least some of the fog to clear.

Strange really. And strange how the Blogosphere seems muted at the moment. We have nothing to say. For the past eighteen months or so the Blogosphere has been banging on about what ought to happen... and now it is happening. We've served our purpose - if, indeed, we have had the slightest impact at all.

I really have nothing to say. On the outcome of this war hinges, well, everything - in a way that the first Gulf War never did. The outcome of this war (meaning how fast and how many dead, rather than the result which is a foregone conclusion) will, I believe, determine Britain's future - especially Britain's future - for a long time to come.

And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.