Lord help us but they are gathering in Manchester as I type to celebrate their great and wonderful leadership of this country over the past 12 months. Manchester Piccadilly must look like one of the final scenes from Ghostbusters where Sigourney Weaver has turned into Zool and there are swirling thunderheads around the top of her apartment block. Either that or it's raining and it is Manchester...
The only way I think I can survive this orgy of self-congratulation is to just not watch TV for a week or buy a newspaper. Maybe it's time to concentrate on making jewellery for Christmas presents.
The only way I think I can survive this orgy of self-congratulation is to just not watch TV for a week or buy a newspaper. Maybe it's time to concentrate on making jewellery for Christmas presents.
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