It was a beautiful day here in Old Blighty today, the sun we rarely see shone, millions went for a stroll, others sat or lay in the sun and those children not yet slain by Islamic fanatics, played joyfully, what a wondrous day, a day to be savoured. Yet even as the sun shone and the nation worshipped a fiery god anew, a great shadow grew evermore powerful in the land, like an ogre it gobbled up all before
