A funny old night and allatsea definitely feels decidedly ruff today.
Too much gin I hear you mutter but no, absolutley not. No devil’s brew passed my lips, I just couldn’t sleep.The old brain was a turmoil of angst and worry which made a clear quiet mode for sleeping, impossible. Not sure what was the cause of all this cerebal activity but I have a horrible feeling it’s the lack of government. Cupid stunt I may be but I don’t like all the horse-trading and discarded values. Labour may the most fiscally incompetent oiks on the planet but at least we knew where we were with them, ‘broke and getting broker’. The thought of policy being dictated by a bunch of half witted, quasi tree hugging, aspirational no hopers (the Liberal Democrats) does nothing to ease the worry factor.
Eighty per cent of the UK’s GDP is produced in the South East. In the South East (outside the ghettos of inner London) only one person in four voted Labour.
As I’ve said many times before, the Labour party are the party of the NON- working class and the working class pay (literally) for the privilege of supporting them. I for one am fed, up with it. Come brothers and sisters, let us unite, rise up, and cast the oxygen thieving benefit bandits to oblivion. We have nothing to lose but our taxes.
Aaaah, that’s better.