Things I like about the Guardian
Still a bit braindead after getting back from conference late on Thursday and somehow making it into work on Friday - thoughts to follow. My other excuse is that Jo hasn’t worked out how to hook the new Mac up to the internet, so we’re still a one-pooter-two-blogger household, and the volume of posts over the last twenty four hours tells you who’s winning that war, with her unfair tactics of “working from home” and “getting up early”.
In the meantime, the feature about David Cameron in Thursday’s Guardian (so glad to come back to them after a conference-mandated week of one-nation Toryism masquerading as a left alternative in the Independent, being given out free to delegates), gave me a quite unexpected chuckle:
“The battered Renault Espace has brought Cameron to the Trout, a picturesque riverside pub in Wolvercote, outside Oxford - a village whose political complexion may be guessed at by the fact that pages of that day’s Telegraph are displayed in eye-level glass cases in the men’s toilets.”
Yeah - and what political complexion would that be? Liberal Democrat, the modern face of the non-existent north Oxford Tory - at city, county and parliamentary level.
The volume of posts over the last twenty four hours tells you who’s winning that war, with her unfair tactics of “working from home” and “getting up early”.
Bloody cheek!
1) You’ve got a pooter at work too
2) You pushed me out of bed this morning and carried on snoring. What was I meant to do?!