4.50 in the morning, dark and cold, organising a banana an orange and an apple on the kitchen table for lunch, listening to 'Up All Night' and waiting for 'On the Money' on the radio, hearing that UKIP have an MP in the British Parliament (which just goes to show how little imagination people really have - and its an indicator that British politics is about to take a lurch to the right for the bad. But enough of all that. I have had enough of domestic politics for now and I am in despair at the state of the middle east - goodness but we have contributed to a huge mess there, although they are also making a hash of it for themselves. Nevertheless, I refuse to feel glum, after extensive pushing and prodding, blood tests, blood pressure tests, urine tests, and other bits and bobs it turns out I am in rude health. Thus, rudeness is my watch word for the day, so here goes, UKIP you can Kip Off, you will not spoil my life, please come canvassing at my front door so I can tell you to frack off (fracking is the new linguistic insult which suggests they are sucking noxious gas out of their own innards to poison people - well they can take their little englander ideas elsewhere) - me, I will be with Neil, strumming the guitar pictured above (by Folon - a famous Belgian):
