tartan bunker

If I hadna been sitting down I woulda fallen over. It was the shock, you see. To read that we might once more be growing our own food in this UK country of ours. You young ’uns might not know this but this country gave up growing much of its food some time back because those eejuts at the top thought we could import the stuff much cheaper than we could grow it. And that we were far too busy and important covering the land with concrete, rape, and shopping malls to worry about running out of food.

I wonder if those same eejuts could rearrange the words roost, coming, pigeons, home. . .

Och, this leads me to tell you of ma new campaign -to make it illegal for anyone to become an MP unless they’ve done 10 years in the real world. Nurse, teacher, student, single mother, whatever  . . .  Then they can volunteer and are trained and funded to serve two years in the job to which they can never return. Nor can they get a pension. Or a duck moat.

Yes, I’m back. Bigger and uglier and with higher prescription red sunglasses than ever before.