I am trying to sort my social media out and so have taken the Facebook app off my phone. That has been great because it has stopped me checking who’s said what on whatever. 602 more words
The media loves an election, for obvious reasons. It provides cheap entertainment, throws up some great rows, and occasionally provides the great unseating of a candidate who looked like a shoe-in. 872 more words
As I sat down to write this column, I realized that trying to sum up the current crop of presidential candidates is impossible.
Between conspiracy theories about everything from vaccines to German discount supermarkets, commitments to dressing up as Marilyn Monroe should the national interest require it, promotion of stag hunting, and bizarre proposals to install red haired harpists in every village, it’s more of a setup for the best ever episode of Midsomer Murders than a ballot paper. 923 more words
‘Wippity wallah bing-bong and a spiffity-liffity banga-boff-boosh! Erm… Hello Dragons! I’m Boris and this is Jacob and we’re here to ask you for seventy million pounds per week each, to help us save face with the public, and in true Conservative me-me-me fashion, in return we’re offering you nothing whatsoever.’ 300 more words