A Terrible Beauty is Born

Is it just me or has Andrew Marr become the king of the prophets of doom? Witness the scene. Easter Sunday morning, 9am. With his accustomed confidence in asserting the issue of the day, emphasised by that downward thrust of the right hand, Marr lays into the words “the grim, grim situation that we face.” They resound like gun fire. ‘Grim ‘ is bad enough without the double dose. Not a flicker of hope or optimism in the despair-filled cloud of Marr’s determination to make us feel as bad as possible.

What it is to be without hope!

by Iain Morris

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