Whoops, here comes the week

Ah, weekends come and go. Some beer, some food of a far higher catering standard than this establishement is accustomed to, two big newspapers with a hundred suppliments and the Turdwalker looking for something new to vandalise in my home and not having much joy because he's already broken everything.

Taken issue with Saturday's paper - listed the "best 50 fish and chip shops in Britain". Not that I can eat them, but that's not the point. What arse. Not a single mention of this place, the HOME of the fish supper. So very many of them were poncy gastro places in London, what does London know about frying fish? They can't cook fish in the south. This is a basic food fact. Everyone knows it. I believe it's even mentioned in the bible. And lo, the angel of the lord said unto the shepherds, "piss off, you'll never get decent haddock south of Newark". Say what you like about this place... and I usually do... the one thing they get right in spades is the fish supper, and for god's sake don't ask for cod if you want to get out alive. The locals condemn it as a gritsucker.

POLITIK POLITIK POLITIK POLITIK

So, the US presi.... whoops, I mean Democratic race. Not as if it's being taken for granted that the republicans are going to get their slats kicked in November. Oh no. But does it strike anyone that Obama's looking more and more like the only contender, and old Hilary's looking more and more like the "Brass bat" phase of Mrs T.? The septics have got a once in a lifetime opportunity to screw up here. Erm, just like they did in the last two elections.... oh where is Hunter S Thompson when I need his "wisdom" to make any sense of all this?