Parliamentary journalists were treated to a special showing of Armando Iannucci’s new TV series Veep, set in the office of a fictional US Vice-President. Talking afterwards, Iannucci, pictured below, said shooting was complete on what is likely to be the final series of The Thick Of It, in which the hard-swearing spin doctor Malcolm Tucker and his politician, Nicola Murray, are in opposition, and Peter Mannion – one of the less obnoxious characters in the series – is in government. It is a Coalition government, involving a third party known as The Inbetweeners.
There is also a spin doctor who may or may not resemble Andy Coulson.” —
This show is actually going to fucking kill me, I swear to God.
I swear to god, every other phone conversation I have with my dad, he asks me when The Thick of It is coming back. This has probably been going on for a year. I always say “I don’t know! I don’t even know if it’s ever coming back! Who can say? British television is coy like that!”
In short, I have a phone call to make.
We rode it all night. We were not ourselves
Through the window everything was horizontal.
In cars and ships and woods, folk died.
Small trees scattered like matchsticks
and a whole shed flew by. The world roared.
A branch broke into the kitchen,
strewed twigs into the banging cupboard,
filled broken crocks with leaves. I heard
a tricycle roll up and down the attic as
the firmament streamed through smashed tiles.
I loved you but I loved the wind more,
wanted to be as horizontal as the tree tops,
to cling to the planet by my last fingernail,
singing into the rush, into the dark.
I didn’t know then I would watch
my beloveds peel off the earth
each side of me, flying among tiles, bins,
caravans, car doors and chimney pots,
watch them turn themselves into flotsam
and disappear as wholly as the pier
the next morning, a Friday, mid-
October. Gone, split, vamoosed
like the fifteen million trees.
— jo shapcott