Well the last couple of weeks I've been off on leave and playing with chainsaws and mini diggers so now rather than looking like a wilderness with briars and overgrown cypress leylandii it now looks like a recreation of a battle of the Somme with chickens. Actually getting away from a computer and TV for a while was rather refreshing.
However on getting back onto the train this morning I see the monocular cunt is no longer leader of the walking corpse that is the Labour Party and we have one of the milliwatt brothers at the helm of the sinking ship. Apparently this one is the lefty one and got in on the back of block union votes. Now as someone who detests the Labour party with a passion one normally reserves for root-canal surgery I'm absolutely delighted that they elected a leftie in thrall to a bunch of union dinosaurs, you might as well have dug this guy up and made him your leader...
... as you've just consigned the party to the political wilderness for the next 15 years.
Now all we need is Cleggeron to grow a pair, cut taxes and give us our country back. Oh yeah, I forgot, they're still politicians.
Oh yes also at some point over my vacation I spent an afternoon sat in a field in Surrey with Pink Floyd's Dave Gilmore and an eventing horse. It's a long story.
