I have to go and earn my keep.
Heading to Nigeria for three weeks then another ten days or so in Ghana. Not exactly sure what I will be eating, but I note that fried gizzard and chips is the ‘specialty’ at my hotel in Lagos. Be still my beating heart.
There is sure to be horse on the menu, even if it is the kind that wears stripey pajamas, if you get my drift.
I may well miss The Further Revelations Of The Family Pistorious. It seems that manslaughtering is a hobby of the males. Can’t wait to see if dad, mum and sister Pistorious have been depopulating South Africa as well.
The Eastleigh by-election will pass me by, but I shall lose no sleep over that. The game continues, as it always does. The proles will elect another drone, as they always do. Expect more of the same. Forever.
Gideon is taking some flak for losing that oh-so-precious Triple A rating. The only surprise here is that we held on to it for quite so long. Let’s face it, the economy is in the tank, and the endless borrowing and certainly that money-printing (a mere 375 billion) is the death knell. The Coagulation are deaf in this regard as well. They hear absolutely nothing. Least of all the electorate. Labourites, you can wipe that smug grin off your stupid faces as well; it was you and your Inepts that caused this mess in the first place. It has to end. And it will end with a bang, a big explodey bang, one of these fine days.
Blogging from afar will depend very much on the quality of the internet and my ability to type through the haze of Mr Gin and Mr Tonic. I will, as ever, do my best.
Stay well old chums,