My son is the cutest and most handsome baby in the world*. Ever. No, don’t argue, I’m not listening. He also probably has the messiest nappies and is the loudest crier. Yes, now you can disagree with me. Please.
So, what’s been happening since I’ve been away from the keyboard?
A twice failed “Conservative” candidate who didn’t do enough work in his last constituency decides he has still done enough to deserve a peerage, and when Cameron tells him to sling his hook he throws a tantrum. Teacup, Storm. Nevertheless, hours of coverage in the media.
A story from the U.S. (that rather nasty Minnesota Bridge collapse) is reported by the BBC without them, so far, managing to turn it into yet another “blow for Bush” piece.
Still, the Beeb were on form on Tuesday covering the last official day of Army operations in Northern Ireland, with the Jeremy Vine show on Radio 2 referring to Nationalist areas as the “occupied communities” and playing a good old Irish Republican song. So glad my licence fee is being put to good use.
And Foot and Mouth is back. Not that the French need much excuse to ban our beef exports. Reports are that the government is keen to learn the lessons of six years’ ago – I suppose that means they won’t be burning the cattle with their legs pointing upwards, as one anonymous minister was said to have complained last time.
* I reserve the right to remind him of his in fifteen years’ time in front of his friends should the situation so demand it. I have that power now.
