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.