They keep us alive to serve the machine: vacation edition

Through a concatenation of circumstances too complicated to explain (involving as it does an odd personal slice through 20th century history and a bit of the dynamic of globalism in recent years) I am sitting in the drawing room of the residence of the South African ambassador to Sweden.

It is a glorious day here in Stockholm, made better in my corner of it by the two-nil halftime lead enjoyed by Bafana Bafana.

But, as the kind of sophisticated readership that this blog enjoys I’ll have inferred, I’m on something of a holiday just now, and will be until early July. So while it may seem I’ve been enjoying an extended excursion for the last month or so, now it’s for real.

And in fact I actually hope to do a bit more blogging over the next little while than I’ve managed lately — something about long lazy days with no office phone (and I do mean long: sunset at 11 pm plus tonight) — but now you know.

Now for a bit of cured fish and a suitable libation. See y’all soon.