I hate being homeless. ('Tis why I haven't blogged)Being a beggar is bad enough but when I have nowhere to live It gets me down.
I've sorted out an expensive hovel to live in next week, claustrophobia here I come.


I've a soft spot for 'arry.
I can't be bothered with politics and economics at the moment, I've got a bread machine.
To think, it's less than two years ago since Gordon Brown fawned shamelessly with London's bankers, praising them on their "ingenuity and creativity," which had ushered in "an era that history will record as the beginning of a new golden age."
It would appear that we Brits enjoy being miserable from an early age.
Am I the only one that isn't particularly perturbed by the Child Poverty Action Group's findings?
Sure, we Brits may not do fluffy, pastel, cute like those Scandinavians, but hey.. there's a sense of adventure in our lives that they just don't get.
I know which I prefer.
Yesterday a hundred odd people were arrested before they made the attempt to take out my power station.