Alone in London

Boo hooo hooo. Poor me. All alone in London. Well, me and the other 8 million lords n ladies. For some less clarity on exactish numbers in London I refer you to the wiksperts (i just made up that word, its mine, get off) at Wikipedier . I digress. Can one digress if one has yet to gress. I know not. My point - I recently read Hans Falluda's 'Alone in Berlin'. A thoroughly readable and interesting telling of a 'true story'. Please, don't switch channels. It is, it is.

Falluda himself seems to have lead a life equally worthy of the story being told but his focus in this book is on the efforts of a few 'little people' (not of the Disney variety) to fight against the Nazis from the inside in Berlin ( Alone in Berlin ). It most certainly does not pretend to portray the vast majority as unwilling participants and nor does it ever exaggerate the efforts of those few to an uprising of the many but as a story about people doing something, it grabs your attention and never really lets up. Without divesting too much, our 'heroes' largely fight back through the creation and distribution of postcards questioning the integrity of the political leaders and the wisdom of the war. Makes you think. Well, ok it made me think. A little. In this age of bloggers, microbloggers, vloggers (microvloggers?), twitterers, buzzers (ha ha, ok not so much) and every other form of media and personal electronic communication serving a tsunami of information and opinion every second of every minute of... I thought that maybe a little message on a little piece of paper could maybe strike a chord with someone, somewhere. So that is what I'm gonna do. Watch this space. Well, actually watch the space where the bit of paper is. Oh and read the piece of paper. It might change your world. Oh yes. (I said 'might').