It feels very menacing here today. The clouds are black, rolling and boiling and full of storms, and there are fighter jets roaring overhead every few minutes, flying round and round in circles.

They do this playing at war sometimes, and I like it. Well, not the playing at war but the fighter jets themselves and the unbelievable noise they make. People write to the newspaper all the time complaining about the sound (...it's disgraceful. Angry from Wiltshire...) but I find it thrilling. That deep, deep rumble that fills your chest up and then explodes as the sound goes past you, through you.

It makes me feel a bit more alive for the brief moment they pass.

Just for that brief moment.