PMQs with Going Postal

What a bleak winter this has been. Aside from the terrible disappointment across the Atlantic, it has been despondent in its own right, no pubs or coffee shops, no gatherings, no Christmas to speak of, [more…]

“And Gordon fell in with Kinnockio the Clown and Blair the Grinning Butcher and Imelda the Greedy Scouse Gob and was at once at home among them for they were all useless, idle, thieving cunts……” [more…]

I’d enjoyed my seaside break but I was, as always, keen to get back and see what was happening in the greenhouse. The answer, at least that first few days, was plenty, including more weeds. [more…]