This Is A Super Masticated Subject, And

It Is Said That The Queen Has Come To Love The Commonwealth, Partly Because It Supplies Her With Regular Cheering Crowds Of Flag-waving Picaninnies; And One Can Imagine That Blair, Twice Victor Abroad But Enmired At Home, Is Similarly Seduced By Foreign Politeness. They Say He Is Shortly Off To The Congo. No Doubt The Ak47s Will Fall Silent, And The Pangas Will Stop Their Hacking Of Human Flesh, And The Tribal Warriors Will All Break Out In Watermelon Smiles To See The Big White Chief Touch Down In His Big White British Taxpayer-funded Bird.

The Geiger-counter Of Olympomania Is Going To Go Zoink Off The Scale.

There Is Absolutely No One, Apart From Yourself, Who Can Prevent You, In The Middle Of The Night, From Sneaking Down To Tidy Up The Edges Of That Hunk Of Cheese At The Back Of The Fridge.

Some People Play The Piano, Some Do Sudoku, Some Watch Television, Some People Go Out To Dinner Parties. I Write Books.

The Lib Dems Are Not Just Empty. They Are A Void Within A Vacuum Surrounded By A Vast Inanition.