Had a weird nightmare last night (am taking lariam as malaria prevention which gives you f***ed up dreams). It was May 1940, a new government had just been formed and I turned on the radio to hear: "I have nothing to offer but years of experience of success, which, I think, any fair observer would probably have to agree, could be described as startling, at Halmstad, Oddevold, Orebro and Viking." By June 1940 I was hearing: "Of course I cannot promise that we shall not flag or fail - no-one who's seen as much as I have in my long career would be so rash as to make so bold a statement as that. I will say though, that we will, as people would expect of us, try our hardest to go on to the end. Despite what wise people in the game acknowledge to be our inferior resources and manpower, we shall try to fight in France, we shall, though I have inherited a navy well past its glory days, fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air once the RAF have got used to the formation which has worked so we for me everywhere I've been over the past 36 years, we shall try our very best to defend our island, though I acknowldge that some people will say the cost is too high. If and when our navy has failed me I will fall back on something I learnt many years ago at Oddevold and marshall our defence on the beach as best as possible, we shall, though the situation would, in truth, be desperate by then, keep trying to fight on the landing grounds, and, if it becomes necessary and we have no other option, we'll fight in the fields and in the streets and in the hills; I would never be so naive as to say we shall never surrender but I am, and I sure this will be recognised by most people, bringing all my considerable experience to bear, to avoid such an unfortunate turn of events."