I have not read a newspaper, or current affairs magazine for weeks. I have not watched TV news since I don't know when, and even odder, I have not listened to the Today or Pm news progs on the radio for months. I'm not missing it.
Is this an indication of my frustration with our country's political leaders and the system? In a democracy where your letters to the top floor are answered by a minion with a repeat button, where Taxes are levied by men and women who have little or no idea of the way of life of most of the population and who live in an ivory tower; remote from the consequences of their actions.
I lie. I heard about a new Strategy; fireworks will be illegal after 11pm, and loud bangs will be banned. Well chuffing whoopy do. What is the point if there is nobody to enforce it. There are no police around here. There are no traffic patrols permanently on the road to deal with the Islington Cornish and their pals the Bromsgrove Janners with their 4x4 lane crunchers, shaved heads, football shirts, catatonic wives and snotty brats.
B. Liar came to power on the cry of "Things can only get better". Well if it's ok for his kids to go to private school, if it's ok for him to hire a Boeing 777 every time he wants to mwah mwah with GWB, if it's ok that he appears totally remote from what is actually happening on this Sovereign Isle, then it's ok by me. NOT!
It took a fire engine 23 minutes to get here on Wednesday when my neighbours gas tank blew it's lid (V Scary) Blair is about to go into bat against the firemen, again. A police car may get here within 20 minutes, if the nearest station is open. Not the end of the world, just a quiet corner of Cornwall. Things have not 'got better', standards, have declined in services and manners. People have become openly ignorant and feckless. The major arterial routes in this country are log-jammed virtually constantly. Public transport, for those who need it, is a poor joke, despite money being poured into it.
The NHS is staggering around like a drunk desperately looking for his way out of the take away. Their management leaping from brush fire to brush fire, issuing managerial edicts which stultify the nursing staff.
It is possible to continue ad nauseum. Perhaps that is why I have stopped keeping my 'leeetle gray cells' enlightened.
I think I'll stay here for a while, it's quite nice really, rubber walls, no lengths of twine. Nothing too sharp, apart from Loz's tongue, wouldn't want Robbie to cut himself on that now would we? If only the loo would flush, but plastic buckets don't flush, or do they, here goes................ nah, thought so.
