As a blogging virgin i intend to set the tone for future rants. As an Englishman of a certain age, I view the world through my spectacles of incredulity! I then retreat to an imaginary utopia and concern myself with happy dreams of badger fur shaving brushes, stout walking shoes, Harris tweed and anything else which may have the words British, Traditional, English or Gentleman included. After such a reviving soiree, my thoughts usually turn to some form of current affair. this is when i realised that the finest weapon we possess against the massed hordes of Chavdom, the emisaries of global mediocrity (the roots of which can be found in the Americas)is wit! The English language has produced, and continues to produce, the finest wits and satirical WMD's known to man!
Here, I'm afraid, i must bid you adieu, as thangel of my blue horizons will be returning from her tour of the high street emporiums, and I fear her wrathful tone when she spys' the unwashed baby/laundry/dishes.
Ta,ta
