Not weaving, merely rambling.

I feel Daniel Hannan is getting a lot of unfair press at the moment so here's something to balance it out, showing his keen mind and expertise in political analysis.

Big Ben silent as the arrows of avarice fill the quiver of quiescence. General Blair (semi-ret'd) pops in to the mess in his unofficial role of Ofgov inspector. Not bad, not as good as me, he reports before leaving with a painting under his arm, trailed by a whiff of sulphur.

Give me a music-related opinion. Be prepared to be called a child of Satan. Paul McCartney hasn't written or recorded a decent song since he left the Beatles.

Big Ben silent as the mould of misrule climbs the walls of want. Capt Phillipson says the mess, is okay. Lt Athwal says he could run it cheaper. Chaps throw bread rolls and cutlery, then turn their attention to guerrilla TV as local war chiefs do battle with reality. Komical.

Big Ben silent as the barbarians of Brexit storm the Spoons of spite. Chaps in the mess quite confused after Capt Lammy bans the sale of toothbrushes to Israel and gets attacked by the previous junta. Citing Generalissimo Thatcher in his defence does not work. Fried.

I'd rather put frozen earthworms up every orifice than waste time listening to Boris Johnson spout lies from ON THE LASH.

Sooooo Grenfell Tower Fire Inquiry Final Report is out tomorrow at 11am. I have six media interviews starting 6.30am, with a 3hr chunk reading it, from 8am. I'll try to post them up here, wd be interested to know what you think, especially about the Recommendations. It'll

In advance of the Grenfell report, a fly through of the history: bbc.co.uk/news/articles/…

Big Ben silent as the hashtags of hate float in the sewer of social media. Capt Cooper orders a cold pork sausage on brown bread. She says she has somewhere to be and eats on the run. Capt Reed, who wants to ban daisies, [Pls check . Ed] goes for the vegetarian option. Toast.

Google Translate: Eric Pickles thinks he can spin his way out of this. He can't.

Big Ben silent as the capuchin of Conservatism flings the faeces of folly. Capt Reeves brings a guest to the mess. Chaps a little disgruntled as they find out her Mr Morgan has eaten all the biscuits (except for malted milks ). and is starting on a pain au chocolat. Crumbling.

I do wish people would stop saying nasty things about Ivanka Owen.

Big Ben silent as the hawks of hatred shield the shooters of shame. An orderly spills soup onto General Starmer's lap and is promptly dispatched by Capt Streeter's lightsaber. Ten quid off the internet, he says, up the arse and you get a free subscription to the Telegraph.

The god of war rode forth one day Upon a handsome filly I'm Thor, he cried His horse replied You forgot your thaddle, thilly

I note that Charlotte Owen declares only one item on her register of interests - she is a Vice President of Better Earth Limited. How much she is paid, she doesn't have to say. Can you guess which famous chap became a director of Better Earth Limited in May 2024?