Revolutionary Rants

Because Everything’s Political

Perfect 10

Poor old John Prescott. I never thought I would feel sorry for the man Chumbawumba dumped a bucket of water over, the man who seems the definition of a champagne Socialist, but I do.  He has, bravely in my view, admitted that he has had bulimia during his time as deputy-PM. Sometimes people baulk at the kind of fatty diatribes we seen flung at female stars, but where ever Prezza was there was usually some kind of comment about his size…

The government is having even more fun with the malarkey over the 10p tax. Cameron was on the telly this morning complaining and refusing to say what HE would do if he was in power. I wait with breath that is bated to see if the hideous thick Labrador of a man wins in London. Is there a sea-change coming? Or will it merely be a one Tory win because he presents Have I Got News For You quite well?

The weekend has gone quickly, we are now getting a bit more obsessed by our impending holiday. The car has failed it’s MOT - breaks are dodgy and the exhaust, which we await to see what is wrong with today. We are hoping it will be ok as we will all be sad to lose Wagon R.

We went to my niece’s 7th birthday party on Saturday night and took the kids to Croyde yesterday but otherwise general laziness ensued.

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