It's quite strange isn't it, that the House of Lords always seems far away from our minds, hidden away in the background like a child with Tourette's syndrome that a parent is too embarrassed to take to a social function.
It only really seems to pop up in the news and social media when it gets caught out beyond the apparent boundaries of its own dubious conduct, as with the case this week with Lord Sewel, the deputy speaker and the man ...
When I popped in to Sainsbury's yesterday, I decided that I would stop in the cafeteria and have a cup of tea and a bit of lunch (£5:00 for cod chips and mushy peas is a bargain). As I went to sit down, I stopped at the paper rack to discover that the marketing department at Sainsbury's have decided that the two papers their customers read are The Sun and The Mail, of which there were two or three copies of each.
So, with a choice equiva...
Well, the holiday is drawing to a close and the chances are that after starting this post from our hotel room on Thursday evening, I will probably finish it on the flight home and publish it when back in Blighty.
Since my last post the 'Little Britain' family has gone but there have been some impressive cameo appearances from a Dutch couple next door who spent one evening fornicating the hotel to it's foundations and a South African guy who ...
Well, after a few days we are now well settled in the unique surroundings of the Dom Jose Beach Hotel, in Quateira, Portugal.
I say unique, as it is a little bit like Little Britain goes abroad with a host of odd types, including, a family with their mother who keeps speeding off on he wrong side of the road on a mobility scooter, a family from Belfast beset with internal disputes, an elderly man who keeps wetting himself and shouting at ...
Well, we have arrived at our destination without alarm, whilst not really knowing what to expect, such was the hurry with the booking.
After an arduous couple of hours with sun seeking casual racists at Gatwick's Flying Horse pub, our flight was a relatively peaceful one. We were sat next to a guy who was on his friend's stag weekend, but only just, after he left his passport on a train at Sevenoaks and had to summons his wife to pick it up ...
