Lights Out

We seem to be heading for high streets going dark due to the people running all the businesses giving up because of excessive taxation.
    What’s the betting that our wonderful government will immediately claim it’s putting us on course for an earlier than planned Nett Zero? And a reduction of pollution if vehicles are no longer circulating. And change the subject when shrinking the economy comes up.

Another inconvenience gone

I see that ex-Mandarin Sue Grey has walked away from the cosmetic job which was old Beer’s award for serving the purpose of sabotaging the last Tory administration.

Biden his time

President Joe seems to be having a good time, doing the right thing by Ukraine now that he can’t be evicted from a job which he has effectively given up. And if it’s all reversed by The Donald for some perverse reason, Creaky Joe will be long gone and not involved any more.

Failing Police Farces

If the Essex police have set up a gold group major incident team to ‘investigate’ the journalist Allison Pearson over a long deleted tweet, that has to be an admission that they know they screwed up mightily and they’re making frantic efforts to apply whitewash.
    The Brighton police are heading in the same direction after arresting a man for name-calling on FakeBook, which isn’t actually illegal.

Winter Kills

Last night’s snow was melting but some of it stuck on cars and bushes and sheds overnight. Cue an angry barrage at our Chancellor over winter fuel.
    Nasty bitch and thieving cow are about the mildest responses. The rest are liberally sprinkled with f-words and a c-word that isn’t cow.

The wibble won’t stop

We’re on the brink of World War III, as we keep being told on TV? Really? If Putin can’t beat Ukraine, what chance does he have against the rest of the planet?
    Do all the TV presenters plugging this line have shares in companies which build nuclear bunkers? We really should be told!

Epitome of Excellence

You’re in the kitchen and you hear that TV advert in the next room; the one with the tenor doing the ‘Vincero’ finale; and you start to think how brilliant it was to hear Pavarotti doing it in his prime.
    He really was a man in a million. No, make that a billion.