Saturday laziness update

Well, true to form this Saturday is slipping away from us as the sofa and the Internet consume us along with the dulcet tones of the BBC wafting from the digital wireless which is one of my favourite and most used gadgets right now.

The sun is over the yardarm now and I have imbibed a can of beer and the second one is winking at me from the shelf of my PC workstation right now. I know that lunchtime drinking may be frowned upon in come circles but there is only so much coffee and orange squash that my palate can take. This is being soaked up by butter crumpets as I type so hopefully my liver will cope okay.

Perhaps I just love to hate this city at times or maybe I just hate the dumbed down state of Britain as a whole right now. The fact that our government (yes, the people we think are capable of running a country) have asked Alan Sugar to run for London Mayor as an attempt to stop Ken Livingstone standing again. There are not enough swear words and sighs of exasperation to express my feeling regarding this stupid, moronic idea. Perhaps New Labour should just go the whole hog by making Fred Goodwin (I omitted the Sir title on purpose) the Chancellor of the Exchequer and make Jeremy Kyle the Speaker of the House of Commons? If we are to be seen as a farcical nation then perhaps we should do it properly?

The sad thing is that I was a fan of Livingstone but now have ended up with Boris Johnson and this makes even Alan Sugar seem a better option. Much like choosing between Labour and Conservative we have little option but to vote for who we hope to be the 'least worst' option on offer. I guess we can only hope that they mess things up so badly that they are sent into exile and are revered not unlike Caligula in history but I fear this is not the case.

Well, I need to wake myself up and shake off this dressing gown which feels like a valiumstraight jacket right now. The Market is here for one day a week and it is a fool who passes on his sausages in order to sit idle in a messy flat.

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