Bloody Royal Mail: Honestly, darlings, you simply can't rely on the Royal Mail these days now it has been privatised, I mean, God knows what happened to my invitation to dear George Clooney's wedding yesterday. I mean, obviously I was invited, a distinguished luvvie such as myself would have been on dear George's A-list. And isn't he brave, fancy actually marrying a lawyer - quelle horreure!
'Hitch', the other one, provides a timely warning: As 'Dim Dave' juts out his chin and purses his little lips and prepares to unleash 'Bomber Command's aircraft, er, all six of them, 'Hitch' has a suggestion in today's Mail for all those amateur militarists in Westminster :
Before they’re allowed to play out their bathtub bombing fantasies, oughtn’t they to be asked to show they can manage such dull things as schools (no discipline), border control (vanished), crime (so out of control that the truth has to be hidden), transport (need I say?) and hospitals (hopelessly overloaded and increasingly dangerous)?
'Bling black the Blitish': That's what they are crying for on the streets of Hong Kong today as they demonstrate for the freedom to choose their own city leaders. When we ran the place we mostly let the locals get on with it, only pausing in our money-making (of which the Chinese played a large part) to give the Triads a biffing if they got too uppity and interfered with the serious business of banking and trading. Well, of course, they don't really want the British back but they are obviously sick of the regime in Beijing which pretends to be on the side of the workers but has no hesitation in smashing them over the head with a truncheon if they disobey orders. Where have I heard that before?
Today I multi-tasked - never again! Last Sunday you may recall that I bragged at how I cooked a pork fillet - easy-peasy that was. Today it was roast chicken with all the trimmings - stuffing, bacon, sausages, roast potatoes and three different veggies. God almighty, never again! The 'Head Chef' was forced to hobble out to the kitchen whilst I panicked and ran around in circles demanding to know how long this was to go in the oven and when do I take that out of the oven and so on and on. I think I mentioned before that multi-tasking is not my strong point - just one thing at a time with a good long rest in between is more my style. Mind you, the end result wasn't too bad - but I'm absolutely knacked!
More rumbles later . . .
