Sod it again
Another Sunday, and another set of psephological puzzles. Cleggy has come out and said that the Lib Dems wouldn’t support keeping Gordon in No. 10 if the New Party got the lowest number of votes. You would imagine that Gordon wouldn’t want to stay in No. 10 if he got the lowest number of votes, but then you couldn’t imagine a ‘Labour’ Prime Minister presiding over an economy where, despite the deepest recession in modern history, and despite people queueing round the block to get their money out of failing banks, the richest people in Britain would nonetheless increase their wealth by a third over the last year. Which means Cleggy would support Little David, even if he didn’t have as many seats as Gordon. My blood would boil at the crazed mathematical permutations that the first past the post system might produce, it really would, if I hadn’t just cooked a lasagne and a rather lovely rhubarb pie, which, taken together, have produced a feeling of bovine lassitude in your blogespondant.
So, sod ’em all, as last Sunday night, which is, after all, music night here on Radio Free Radnorshire. Let’s just sit back and enjoy some lovely smashing Canadian pop music.
Such as The Hidden Cameras
or Arcade Fire
or my favourites, Stars.
I thenk yew!
Cleggy, if he’s a typical Lib Dem would shag his granny if it put him within sniffing distance of power. He’d then tell the left that it was the Tories’ doing, and vice versa with the right.
And I should imagine that Gordon will have to have his fingernails surgically removed from the doorposts of No 10 however many votes he doesn’t receive.
I grilled some spare rib pork chops and made a nice compote of courgettes, onion, garlic, asparagus and fresh tomatoes, stewed down lightly in some extra virgin olive oil and strewn with a generous handful of fines herbes. But then I would.
Oh, and I told my friends Mahir, Taslim, Fatah, Gerhardt and Gianni about how I scored in your online ‘undecided’ poll. The general consensus of opinion was ‘Sod it Graham. We think you’re cuddly.’ I stand vindicated.
Love to you, Ian
It being the weekend, i find myself sequestered in the People’s Republic of Stoke Newington where Ian might be dismayed to learn that I have seen just the ONE New Party poster, and that next door to my ex-Guardian journo hostess and her builder husband. However I am informed (by them) that this is because Diane Abbott (about whom we have had brief, if heated exchanges), is the safely seated incumbent. The steady flow of local folk in and out of the house this past 48 hours revealed much about voting intentions hereabouts: no-one openly admitted they’d be voting for Broon, but all of them said they wouldn’t be hefting Cleggie and certainly not Macaroon into No 10. Q.E.D.
And all that I showed it to certainly got a salutary smile out of the clever YouTube pastiche of Pulp’s ‘Common People’ which will certainly get up Macaroon’s sneb should he see it, and you may do too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKFTtYx2OHc&feature=player_embedded
And can Ian please tell me where on my dial I might lock to Radio Free Radnorshire as I feel I’m missing some kinda wonderful?
mmmm fancy a slice of that rhubarb pie, oh and the blog’s real interesting too.