Dancing round the Maypole

Different...but as its a damp grey August day in Londinium, seems a nice title.....actually I'm not sure if dancing round a pole is illegal in the world of Herr Prezza, yus, the man in charge of the whole country..except any of the bits that matter. Perma-tan Blair has jetted of to a sweaty beach in the Carribean...or how ever you spell it, clutching a mobile in case any of the world leaders should missdial and end up speaking to him...I don't know why he bothers, best thing he can do is lie back and relax. I doubt that more successful PM's than Blair (not difficult) would have just said, bugger the world and get on with their holiday...which usually consisted of trying to blast a whole generation of assorted bird life out of the skys.

Anyway, back to the Maypole and its potentially illegal activity...I reckon, in the bowels of some drabby 1960's office in Hackney, there is a Gaultier policy unit staffed by latter-day Labour Puritans who's whole purpose is to progressively squeeze any freedom/individuallity/sense of enjoyment out of the population and replace individual judgement by State pronouncement...sad...and a bit sadder still that Dave and assorted chums are slow in mumbling about redressing the balance...I guess he is to scared of being controversial and upsetting the natives as he grows progressively mute....

Well there you are, some ramblings before 8 in the morning..I haven't a clue if any one reads this drivel...if you do, leave a mark on the pavement...or if you are a dog, please pee on this lampost ...