The breakfast revolution

The ant hill has been kicked over. Hee!

Wee Ginger Dug

It’s all got terribly exciting of late, but I’ve not really been following any of it too closely, what with organising a funeral, and when not occupied with that have been fully engaged with full-on Schadenfreude. I have to hand it to my late partner, he certainly picked a time to go which provides a vast amount of amusement at the self-inflicted discomfort of the British establishment.

And we’ve got a baby. We can’t leave Westminster because Kate’s pregnant and we’re needed to pay the child maintenance – which in this wean’s case involves a large shooting estate in the Highlands. If we vote Yes, we won’t get the BBC and won’t be able to participate in all the bunting and joyful Nicholas Witchelling. Don’t say you’ve not been warned.

Fraser Nelson was on Newsnight the other night. The actual Newsnight, not the wee pretendy one that used to get…

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