Pigdogfucker

Due to the wonderful nature of the UK property market and those expert professionals who make the really fucking unusual and bizarre task of ‘buying a house’ very nearly as rapid and simple as, say, building a replica of medieval Rome out of rice grains, my possessions and I are temporarily parted.

This means that, certainly until the weekend and possibly beyond, I don’t have access to a home computer – only this irritating glorified telephone and my work PC, from which I prefer to avoid pigdogfucking. So posts will either be non-existent or short and badly punctuated without functional links – yes, that means business as usual.

Thought re Joe Barton: yes, the man’s a nasty little thug. However, I have an equal distaste for people who seek to invoke the police’s authority over trivial matters as I do for nasty little thugs, and last week’s incident was undeniably trivial. Had the boy in whose eye Barton allegedly stubbed out a cigar contacted the police, I would not have criticised him in the least.