Eyesore, eyesore, eyesore...

21st century politics are so, I dunno, vulgar, don't you think? Look at this Lib-Dem monstrosity:

Writer talks #GE10 nonsense...

"The country is in such a mess and there is such a gulf between the haves and the have nots that, if I was elected as the next Prime Minister, I fear I would have to be extremely radical as I dragged this nation and its people back towards the left of centre.

"As a matter of urgency, all of our troops fighting the so-called war on terrorism would also be brought home."

Sodding hell, I said that. And they've gone and printed it in the Hull Daily Mail.

Flattered to be called one of East Yorkshire's 'movers and shakers' and 'well-known faces', mind. The important people must have been stuck in airports waiting on that European airspace to re-open for business.

Read what the others had to say in part of the HDM's 'top notch' General Election coverage here.

Vote Pedro...

Not sure what time it was but I got the news about Brown calling a general election at some point in the early hours of the morning via Radio 4. I have convinced myself I cannot sleep unless I am listening to some kind of talk radio and, while I prefer Up All Night on 5Live, that usually means starting with R4, and I have become quite a regular listener to the shipping forecast, awaiting news of Cromarty and Dogger and the winds veering their way like some folk used to anticipate the footie results coming through on a teleprinter. Therein lies (lay?) madness. Although I use it as an aid to sleep, all that listening to people talking on the radio does, really, is constantly wake me up. So, between going to bed and rising this morning, I had heard about Brown calling a general election on what seemed like 30 occasions and, on around five of these occasions, I had been dreaming and the news was coming at me via the multi-limbed, two-headed weirdos populating my dreams. It came as no surprise, then, to hear later that Brown had been to Buck Palace and got the necessary permissions from Da Queen to dissolve Parliament. Two things - wouldn't it be great if Parliament did, literally, dissolve? And, well, I'd have quite enjoyed it if, when Gord turned up at Queenie's palatial abode, she'd just nipped out to Budgens for a few cans of Woodpecker and some Doritos and wouldn't be back 'til May 7th. I am already bored of the general election. Hopefully I will, come the time, be able to muster up the necessary enthusiasm required to vote for someone.

Aspirational party...

Politics. Blurgh. Politicians even more so. Just mere days into the thrill of a new year and they grind us down with their meaningless. ineffectual ramblings. Gordon Brown, who isn't likely to be PM come the general election, vowed (on the Andrew Marr show on Sunday, as it happens) that Britain will enjoy an "age of aspiration" should Labour be re-elected. What a lovely soundbite. An age of aspiration. Listening to Radio 4's Today programme in between making toast for Finn this morning, I laughed out loud (or LOL'd as the kids'd 'ave it) when the presenter reminded listeners that one definition of aspiration is "the act or process of drawing breath" (OED). Prompted by this, I sought more definitions and found that the medical definition of aspiration is "the process of removing fluids or gases from the body with a suction device". What an age this will be! An age that will signal the death knell for these mainstream political dinosaurs, with any luck. May they all have the hot air removed from within via a suction device.