It didn't take long. First Gordoom pisses more of OUR money away in propping up an ailing industry a la British Leyland then the greenies come down from the trees demanding the rescue plan take "climate change" into account. Read what this twat wrote.

I really should stop reading the papers online - it doesn't do my blood pressure any good at all.

Am I alone here in thinking that these morons just don't get it? We can no more change or even influence the climate than we can walk to the fucking moon. It's called WEATHER!! It's influenced by that big fuck-off yellow star in the sky - that thing you see when you go on holiday to the continent or the Caribbean.

Every single solution by these fucktards revolves around not driving anywhere or not using electricity anymore. But wood burning stoves are okay - that doesn't add to the "carbon footprint" apparently (one of these cunts comes to my door, he'll feel the full weight of my carbon footprint right up his arse) because it's biomass. WTF? And coal/oil isn't? Coal was a tree once upon a time.

I wish they would just fuck off and go and hug a polar bear.

I suppose it was pretty apt that on Saturday night I was transported, musically that is, back to the 1970's. Especially as the Labour Party has done everything in it's power to return us to those heady days of nationalisation, strikes and incompetent government.

Legends of Rock was the show at our local theatre house, featuring Tony McPhee's Groundhogs, Martin Turner's Wishbone Ash and Focus.

The Groundhogs were shit, Wishbone Ash were pretty good even though they did feature some bloke who used to be with Showaddywaddy, and Focus were, well Focus.

Now before you assume that I was some spotty parka-wearing nerdboy in the 70's listening to esoteric progressive rock bands, like King Crimson, Camel and Focus - no, they were sitting in the row in front of me. Some of them even remembered all the words. No, I had a passing interest in Wishbone Ash, had only ever heard Hocus Pocus by Focus before and had never heard of Tony McPhee or The Groundhogs. But I thought I would go and see what all the panic was about.

The Groundhogs were shit - the only word that can describe them really. McPhee mumbled and groaned his way through his set and appeared to just be going through the motions, playing his guitar as though bored with the whole charade but it was a paying gig so what the hell.

Wishbone Ash - or one bloke from the original Wishbone Ash and 3 mates. I've never understood the mentaility behind this seemingly flogging a dead horse of calling a band so-and-so's band wot I used to be in plus a brand new line up playing the same tired old numbers from our heyday. A bit like Richard Starkey forming a band with three mates and calling it Ringo Starr's Beatles. They were alright and my son thought they were the best of the three.

Focus came on stage led by a John McCririck look-a-like. Apparently this was Thys van Leer, the only surviving founding member. Musically, they were very good blending prog rock soaring guitar solos and jazz/classical flute and van Leer's weird scat vocals . By the end of thefourth interminably long number my son had lost the will to live and wanted to leave...so we moved to the back of the auditorium and waited for the doors to be opened (elfin safety diktates they can't be opened until the house lights come on) while Focus came back on stage for their magnum opus, Hocus Pocus. By this time I was getting bored and stood watching the sound engineer twiddle knobs and push sliders up and down a very complicated looking mixing desk. I have to admit that no matter how much twiddling and sliding he did, it seemed to have no affect whatsoever on the sound coming out of the speaker bank at the front of the stage.

Finally, they left the stage and we trudged out into the dark night. It may have been my imagination but I swear I could see rubbish piled up in the street and I almost tripped over a dead body on the way back to our Austin Allegro.