A tad busy off and on today, just like you, I guess, so this will follow the form of my regular 'Sunday Rumbles' in which random burps thoughts will be expressed as and when they occur to me and in between the list of 'to dos' provided by the 'Memsahib'.
Post-mortem pandering: So the 'soppies' have had their way and a Queen's pardon has been offered to a dead 'queen' who broke the law of the land 60-odd years ago. Of course, this particular 'queen', Alan Turing, was central in the effort to break the German 'Enigma' code and thus helped us to win the war and that makes him the perfect symbol for the 'soppies' to wage their never-ending campaign for us to indulge in abject self-flagellation for the perceived sins of the past. Preposterous posturing, I call it!
Well, a man may hope, may he not? Well, Andrew Haldenby does in The Telegraph. Apparently, Ed 'Milipede' has very quietly slipped out a policy paper entitled "Zero-based Review". The main thrust, I gather, is that the Labour party now believes that all public expenditure - that's 'all' as in no exceptions at all - must be justified down to the last pound. I'm not sure whether this 'revolutionary' policy (for the Labour party) was slipped out so surreptitiously because Ed didn't want the other Ed to know about it or whether he was trying not to let the real leader (perhaps 'owner' is a better word!) of the Labour party, 'Bruvver' McCluskey, find out. Of course, it won't last five minutes if they get into power but still, it's interesting that even in theory they are admitting that not all government spending is justified.
Joke of the Year: Actually, I missed the chance to put this in my 'Monday Funnies' slot yesterday probably because when you think about it it's not at all funny. Anyway, for what it's worth I give you - The Joke Of The Year: The England cricket team! Yeah, well, I did warn you it wasn't funny. Alas for them (not that I feel much pity) the whole team is now tarnished by the 'drama queen' flouncings of Graeme Swann. What a gutless, miserable specimen of so-called sporting manhood - all mouth and nowt else - as they say 'ooop north'!
More considerations later . . .
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