I am bereft of blogging inspiration at the moment, but then I am generally uninspired.
I'm in a slump.
I need to jump on a plane, with A and the boys, and head off to somewhere with clear blue skies and gently lapping shores.
I need to not see the pointlessness of the Olympics, the loss of what was the Corinthian Spirit, the inevitable involvement of politics in sport ( but accepting that it's ok really because coca cola and mastercard get to show their logos to the world).
I need to stop thinking of the futile existence of those involved in the whole sad Shannon Matthews affair, and thank goodness that it's not me in that stinking estate, shagging near members of my family, but then wondering , ' Am I where I am through choice, or
I need to stop loathing the bloated excess of football in this country ( a tough one)
I need to stop hating the pseudo socialist labour party as much as I do.
I need to stop despising the international community for ignoring Zimbabwe whilst they dither pathetically across the middle east.
I need to chill out.