Back 2 Skool
Reader, I returned.

Yeah.

Sorry about the no-show, comrades, but I've been toughing it out in warmer climes with Beloved for the last two weeks or so...I've been back for a couple of days now but - what can I say? - I couldn't be arsed.

Anyway, without wishing to diversify into the realms of my personal life which is (frankly) not as exciting as the daily insania one gets used to in and around the corridors of power (or holed up in a daylight-free office in the Parliamentary Estate's dungeon, in my case), the holiday had some highlights. For me, the best part was ordering one of these:



and then proceeding to sit amidst a number of bright red, pot-bellied men in England shirts (several of whom were reading the Daily Mail) whilst the Manchester derby was played out last weekend. The appalled look on Beloved's face was only made worse by my attempting to make light of the situation by declaring in the requisite accent that I was the "only gay in the village" as the blighter merrily sparkled away. I thought it was funny; seemingly I was alone.

Sigh. Back to work on Tuesday it is though. So. What have I missed? Guido brought the Government down yet? Has Iain managed to get the Beeb to admit they're a load of pinko commies?