Alistair Boyce: The ‘RECKONING’…its “napalm in the morning”

In April ’22 on a forlorn post parliamentary occupation afternoon I looked up from my workbench as a dapper and wizened gunslinger, not unknown to me or anyone else, walked through to the designated outside leaner and settled in.

I had been waiting a long time for him even though it felt like he had never gone away. We had much to discuss, there were things I needed to say and things I needed to hear. But most of all I needed to see the look in his eyes. His eyes were wild, open, thinking and full of intent. And I knew he was back, and not a moment too soon.