Another day, another barrage of coalition bashing; as predictable as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, it’s just one of those things which is becoming ever-present on an almost daily basis in our political society. What with the government u-turns on a range of subjects, such as them claiming not to raise VAT whilst doing so from 17.5% to 20%, as well as the more recent decision to scrap 50% sentencing reductions for criminals who admit their guilt early on, you can’t blame the electorate for getting cheesed off. Personally, I view the coalition’s ability to compromise and evolve their policies as quite admirable, progressive even, as long as it’s not done too regularly. Otherwise, the government will indeed begin to look very foolish; however, it’s a revelation to have someone in charge, a la Cameron, who can be so publically honest about policy mistakes that have been made.
I bring up the so called ‘coalition bashing’ because, when flicking through the news reel this morning, I came across some eccentric comments from the former Dr. Who writer Russell T. Davies. Mr. Davies referred to both Clegg and Cameron as ‘savage and evil people underneath it all’; some compliment, coming from a man who used to write about Cybermen and Daleks for his day job. Furthermore, the Conservative Party is ‘lethal as a laser’ in his opinion; now I don’t know about you, but when I look at Boris Johnson, ‘lethal as a laser’ isn’t the phrase that comes to mind. When Boris is stammering his way through another ballsed up speech with his hair sticking up a jaunty angle, he looks more like a naughty schoolboy than some evil killing machine. He’s not Hannibal Lecter, he’s more like Cruella De Vil in a Savile Row suit.
On a less serious note, I stumbled downstairs this morning to be greeted with a leaflet screwed up by the kettle; I assumed it was some crap new cheapo kebab house opening around the corner. Doner meat sold by the rasher for 10p a slice and whatnot, which I must admit, would appeal when highly sozzled. Yet, always being inquisitive/terribly nosy, I de-crumpled it to reveal its secrets. ‘Pilkington Replacement Services’ it read; now, I originally found this the other day. I didn’t realise many people owned a Karl Pilkington (of Ricky Gervais podcasts fame); also, I didn’t know that you could even replace your out of date Karl if it became faulty or troublesome. Is this the new mail order phenomenon that has somehow passed me by? First Thai brides, now this? Sadly, I don’t actually possess my very own Karl but, if any of you reading this do, please remember: a Pilkington isn’t just for Christmas- its’ for life, too.
Have a good day possums, au revoir. x
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