A quick note on my prolonged inactivity; I’ve been propah mental busy managing my vast rental portfolio on top of the normal eBay shenanigans, so there’s not been a lot of time for blogging; a situation which, like “I’m a Celebrity”, is unfortunately likely to persist for the next few weeks. In addition, TM, having finally found the perfect film for his height range, is heading off to New Zealand in the next week or so trying to get cast as an extra and hoping that his skin-tone isn’t too dark - so all told, it’s probably a good time to go into hibernation for a month or so. Barring anything earth-shattering, I’ll be back in late Dec / early Jan.

In the meantime, as if you were organising a guitar-playing contest between Jimi Hendrix and Harry Hill before dealing with your offspring’s excreta, I’ll wish you a Hairy Mis-Match and a Nappy. D’you hear?

Individually, I quite like tea and parties; but put the two together in a political sense, and you have something about as pleasant as having a pot of freshly boiled Earl Grey poured into your vulnerable constituencies. Erm, at a party. (Or something.)

However, irrespective of trenchant, well-thought-out criticisms like these, the Tea Party brand of politics (which as far as I can tell involves a) calling everyone “folks”, b) not knowing anything about basic economics, and c) screaming “Nazi Communist Gay Muslim!” loudly and repeatedly at anyone who dares to point this out), is on the march in America - and if their atrocious batshit crazy Mama-Milfy arsehole of a spiritual leader, Supreme New-Word-Creationist Sarah of Palinestine, were to win the Presidency next time around, reasonable liberal folk, sorry, people worldwide would doubtless soon be looking back at George W(ub)Bish’s buffoonery-masking-corporate-nastiness brand of pure evil as “the good old days”…