Meltdown

Ah!

I think my midnight feast of self-pity encouraged the wrong reaction. Don't worry, normal service from Purgatory has been resumed. We had digital here long before your Blairite minions demanded similar in the UK. Is it still the UK? Or are we maintaining a bunch of overspent territories that would probably gain an EU grant if they had the wit and the wisdom?


Whatever! The Tories are munching at the Brussels racists as our own fall short of the mark. If you really had an argument would you consign yourself to the stocks that are Question Time? If you think that we need a new immigration policy you need a new party, and spokesperson. Mr Griffin provided no confidence, but as the Tories are becoming 'New Labour', perhaps we should just wait and see? Those of you who know me understand that I have little time for the minorities - clearly I am one of the majority as I sign on each fortnight.

A sore point is that I am now too old for the Army - even as a General, where I felt my strengths best lie. Probably ships and planes are out of commission too? I'm not sure about spying, but I guess an old bloke in a trilby would look the part? I re-thought politics, as the unelected future Mayor of Bedford, or anywhere else that would welcome a Muppet, but I have been humiliated enough in my life to let that lie.

Finally, I thought about my children. The Godfather of Soul had a phrase for it; I have less contact with God and little soul, but why don't you reckon what he thought?


If I am getting too possessed please tell me - or email Lucifer at the bonfire. Or complain about the number of esses in the last sentence.


Shake your money-maker!