These young guys killed in Afghanistan in this endless and stupid war, and on a day I heard that a mate of mine from the gym will be going out there. And Cameron can only say that it's a "desperately sad day for Britain". I'd say to Mr Cameron: Enough, no more. Do something. Get them out before there are any more.
And, of course, there was the almost unbelievable news that to save a few miserable pounds this bunch of heartless, thoughtless, ......hatchet wielders, are going to close Remploy factories all over these islands depriving disabled people of jobs. This, juxtapositioned with the way that they are pushing sick and disabled people off Incapacity Benefit, is almost unbelieveable in its absurdity.
It can't have gone unnoticed that, by a strange co-incidence, these same ...erm people have decided that around 5 million middle class people should be spared income tax on their state retirement pensions, because it's a bit complex.
So I suppose the money for this had to come from somewhere. And why not the disabled? Easy target. Never mind that they are supposed to be hosting the Paralympics in London this year.
So, anyway, as I started to say, I've been so busy that I've not had time to write anything. But I did find this video on Youtube of my beloved Pet on French TV.
She'd agreed to do the show well in advance, and then she got this humdinger of a cold, but she turned up anyway, and after the host had explained to the audience just how sick she was, she went on ....having forgotten her mouchoires en papier...and sang...well more or less sang. What a trouper!
Au Secours... means HELP!
And for good measure 52 years later her new album includes this: