Buff Hoon and Patsy "Honey I Bankrupted the NHS" Hewitt starred in yesterday's failed coup attempt to prise Gordoom Brownfinger's chewed to the cuticle fingernails from the levers of power. Or at least the false lever that Little Lord Fondleboy has installed at No10 Downing Street. No one in their right mind, and I'm sure there may be one or two in the Labour Party, would actually let Gordoom near anything that resembles anything to do with power. Except maybe a light switch or the electric kettle.

Now two things sprung to mind about the farago yesterday. The first is that it was either a desperate attempt by friends of Saint Tony Bellum Illegalis to exact revenge on Gordoom, which only served to demonstrate that the Labour Party couldn't organise a gang bang in a brothel. Or it was a cleverly orchestrated charade by Little Lord Fondleboy to keep Gordoom firmly in place regardless of the outcome of the forthcoming election. Make no mistake, Fondleboy has his own Macchiavellian agenda to secure his own future before Labour's inevitable electoral annihilation, and any risk of that agenda being thwarted will see him stop at nothing to mitigate that risk.

So, we are still stuck with the miserable Scottish bastard until the election. The only good thing is that it will make the schadenfreude taste all the sweeter on election night. Celebratory brandy and cigars ready and waiting.

Nipped over to Raedwald's excellent blog this morning to catch up on my reading.

It is gone!! Anyone know why Raedwald has decided to close his most excellent blog?

Update 31/12/2009 14.45: Raedwald's blog has been deleted by Blogger. As yet, Raedwald has been unable to ascertain why. Hopefully it will be restored to its former glory as sson as possible. Messages of support can be left here.

Backpackers and holidaymakers going to Far Eastern destinations would do well to heed the following warning:

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HAPPY NOW?

The Labour Party in Office's chief medical nanny is back to his usual scaremongering self. Not content with over-egging the swine flu epidemic, still I'm sure the GSK divvy will come in useful for a few jereboams of champers, the meddling shit is now telling parents how not to bring up their children on alcohol.

That's right, don't let your children drink before the age of 15. That puts paid to the gripe water industry.

I let my son (not yet 15) have a shandy, or a half a glass of lager or cider or wine when we sit down to a celebratory family meal. I even let my daughter (still single digit age-wise) also have a shandy. Does that make me a bad parent?. Apparently it does. Apparently I have consigned my offspring to a life of binge drinking and alcoholism.

Tell you what Mr. Donaldson, you stick to reading Grey's Anatomy and leave me to bring up my own childen the way I see fit. Just fuck off and mind your own business.