Ye'll've Had Yer Tea, Then

Yes, it's Burns Night, I've never been to a Burns Night bash, but I do like haggis, so I've got one simmering away upon the wee stove.

Love life continues unabated, I'm sort of struggling to believe it really, but don't look a gift horse and all that - unless you live on the mediterranean coast of Turkey, in which case you should be examining that there horse with extreme care. Upstairs baby is jumping about and falling over, great, constant crashing and immediate screaming, just what a man needs after a hard day bullshitting at the office.

I am full of admiration for our noble and esteemed Government at the moment. I almost feel sorry for poor Johnny Reid, he's inherited an absolute basket case in the prison system. Still, you pay peanuts, you gets monkeys, guys. But having told judges they can only lock up the ultraviolent, he can't lock up paedophiles. Ooops. Coming from a Home Secretary who was already of the 'hard and mean' persuasion, and a Government that has been busy in the last nine and a half years inventing some three thousand new criminal offences and advocating and imposing stiffer sentences, it's a bit of a bollock.

And then, look, you know, I mean, you know, look, you know,I mean, look, there's poor Tony. Dubya is ignoring everybody and going hell for leather - he's not got a lot to lose but other peoples lives and money - and Tony really doesn't want to discuss that in Parliament, which could be a bit uncomfortable, when he can share a bottle of chardonnay with some chaps and discuss what he's going to be doing this time next year. And there's also the problem with the church. Tony has some very close friends and associates, including his wife, who are Roman Catholics and who take their religion very seriously. [Mrs. Blair's religion is probably pretty interesting, as when she isn't being devout about Mass, she's supposedly into crystals and new-ageism. I'm struggling to equate the two...] He also has some very close friends (NB platonic!) whom the local beat bobby might once have described as 'a prac-tissing 'oe-moe-sex-you-ul'.

One almost might say he's caught between a rock and a hard place.

So, yes, I am aware that the so-called reality television - er, what the fuck is real about it, other than collected semi-literate Britons grunting at each other and expressing racist opinions - has been causing some hoo-hah in the 'papers. I was tickled to note the Sun bewailing the fact that we remain a nation of prejudiced and unsavoury morons. Send us orl bak oam, I say.

Anyway, I'm off for a wee dram and some steamed offal and porridge with extra suet, be good! xxK