.. be it Vine (tries hard but can't get those hips to work), Kyle (mmm, who would you choose; the purveyor of cheap daytime mocking of the misery of the masses or a 25 year old international polo player 15 years your junior?), or Corbyn (how long have you got-comrade..?) Alongside the angst of those shackled with an unfortunate first name, sat that of those embroiled in the deepening housing crisis. ...
September 2015
Today saw the property news, (invariably sequestered somewhere between the coffee break puzzles and the adverts for walk-in baths) jockeying for position with the 'real' news in the pages of the paper with single numbers. It even made the headlines on the BBC. For once, it was not about the heinous breed known as estate agents, but the even more odious sub-class known as landlords. The Local Government...
The pulchritudinous Ms Beeney graced the pages of the property news this week. Again. Whilst I would always be pleased to view her 'come hither' simper, it was especially welcome this week as a break from being assaulted from every quarter by the barbate/too lazy to shave (you all know my views on beards), character who is now the leader of the Opposition. I would imagine my reaction to his...
...but in the end , there it is ..." So spoke a certain Winston of the Churchill variety, (no, not the irritating puppet that was voiced by Martin Clunes until he-rather inconveniently for the insurance company that was paying him-was banned from driving). I thought of the statesman on Saturday night as I watched the grand unveiling of the Strictly Come Prancing Celebrities and their dance partners. ...
