Distracted

Apologies to my regular reader but blogging is having to take a back seat because of illness in the Prodicus family.

The arse-achingly enraging daily shite oozing out of the electric wireless is making me as angry as ever, of course, but I just haven't got the wossname to focus on any of it long enough to sit at the keyboard and compose coherent prose. It will all just have to fester among the little grey cells until the typing finger itch becomes unbearable.

If Brown tops himself, I may be able to summon the energy for a small celebration - and to warn the nation not to give Labour a sympathy victory at the election. Still, with Miliband Major in charge, the nation would need no warnings from the likes of Prodicus.

Normal service will be resumed eventually.