he has an absolutely filthy cough and a dribbling nose and intermittent headaches (but the toothache seems to have died back so that's a relief).
he's up. he's had a coffee and a hot shower. he slept tolerably well. he suspects he has a way to go before he starts feeling actually better.
yesterday he started on michael bulgakov's black snow (an account of his time with the moscow arts theatre of stanislavsky rendered as comedy). typical chapter title? chapter 3 - I commit suicide. later he watched some italian equivalent of the sweeney (or maybe dirty harry). it may be his feverish state (or the standardised nature of tough guy thriller dialogue) but he thinks he is understanding more of it.
horsemouth listened to the grenfell podcast. 14 years before the fire at grenfell tower there was some knowledge of the risks of cladding fires in the government. one civil servant in the department of communities and local government, who specialised in building regulations, included diagrams showing the risks of fire spreading cladding systems in documents from as early as 2003.
so yes that's 14 years before grenfell.
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