And it came to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man’s hand. And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get thee down, that the rain stop thee not.
[1 Kings, 18.44]
I didn’t sit, pre-adolescent, in the choir-stalls of St Nicholas, Wells-next-the-Sea, without absorbing the good stuff. That’s Elijah, by the way, anticipating the storm to come, and about to run from Mount Carmel to Jezreel.
As of this moment, it’s difficult to see which particular storm is about to break over us:
- We were anticipating brimstone and fury over the return to the Commons of the Lords’ amendments on the Brexit Bill. It needs just-into-double-figures of Tory MPs to fly the coop. That’s still booked for Tuesday and Wednesday. Worst/best scenario (i.e. whoops-oh-nasty impacting on ventilator fan) looking less likely.
- On Tuesday a certain Arron Banks is — at the third time of being called — supposed to be up before the Digital, Culture, Media and Sport Committee. The subject was intended to be ‘fake news’ (on which Mr Banks is an unquestioned expert). He managed to find £12 million down the back of his sofa to bung to the Leave.EU campaign. Since, by all accounts, he was on his beam-ends around the millennium, questions were already there to be asked. Now, with all of his emails to the Russian Embassy and beyond ‘leaked’, with today’s Sunday Times offering a very partial account, with Carol Cadwalladr (star of the Cambridge Analytica business) still on the job, and sharing a by-line with Peter Jukes (who, we gather, was the original data-miner for these emails) in later editions of today’s Observer, with Christopher Wylie (ex Cambridge Analytica) suggesting further relevations, that could be the main event.
So, may we be living in interesting times. That’s a profound wish.
With earthquakes in Grimsby, it could even be the End Days.