Every bastard BBC radio programme is going on about some bloke called Archie Mitchell, who has been killed but they don't know who killed him?

I don't know who killed Archie Mitchell, Archie Andrews, Archie Bunker or The Archers for that matter. Nor do I care.

I'd far rather the BBC concentrate on finding out who killed Dr. David Kelly.

Dear Gordoom

I didn't watch your command performance on Piers Moron's programme for Hello! readers on Sunday. There was no need. The meejah has been full of previews and reports of what you were going to say for the previous week anyway.

I do however note the following:

1. You lost an eye in your teens (allegedly playing rugby)

2. Your daughter died when she was a few weeks old

3. Your son has a serious illness

4. The country's finances are in the shitter

5. The Labour Party is all but bankrupt

6. You have presided over a rotten parliament beset by sleaze and expense troughing.

7. Every company you have ever visited has ended up either closing its doors or laying off a large percentage of its workforce

8. Your biographers and other people who have written books about your time in office as Chancellor and Prime Minister don't have a good word to say about you.

9. Your party is about to get thoroughly trashed at the next general election.

This leads me to just one conclusion, Gordoom. You are a fucking JINX!

A mixture of work, work related travel, blogging fatigue brought on by someone about whom I had blogged but didn't have any knowledge that I had blogged about his circumstances being threatened with legal action because of stuff I had written on this and another blog, and general lack of energy to really rail at life, the universe and global warming.

Normal services will be resumed soon. I promise.