AS June heads towards July the distant beat of your drums is pounding out their rhythm. The marching season for all of the Loyal Orders is well under way and the 12th of July is fast approaching. One July, sitting during yet another negotiation into the early hours with Tony Blairm the rat-a-tat-tat of Lambegs sundered the quiet. We paused as he asked if I knew what that was. “Yes,” I replied, “that’s the Orangemen.”“Jungle drums?” he said.
