The Two Gentlemen of Ahab

Off to Stratford on this hungover morning, to meet up with Tim for a perusal of master Shakespeare's birthplace, an evening edition of the "Two Gentlemen" and some possible chaos to follow. Especially looking forward to Valentine's majestic toast to Sylvia:

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;

With that trek and a Six Nations rugby grudgematch between England and France in a pub this afternoon, how could you ask for more, mate? Certainly more poetry than that found in the Guardian headline this morning, with news of Tony Blair's 6-town, 6-election pledge tour. Can you believe the poor rhetoric of the following:

1. The Economy: "Your Family Better Off"
2. Health: "Your Family Treated Better and Faster"
3. Education: "Your Child Achieving More"
4. Immigration: "Your Country's Borders Protected"
5. Law and Order: "Your Community Safer"
6. Childcare: "Your Children With The Best Start"

The emptiness of Labour's campaign rhetoric continues to astound. Wherebe your legacy now, Mr. Blair?