The Fruit Budget

You know, it’s one thing that it cost me 119.9p a litre to put a couple of drops of unleaded in my car last night (it’s all I could afford) but now they’re telling me cider’s going up 10%. 10 bloody percent.

Now, I regard apples as one of my five a day. So where does this stand, Darling increasing the price of my being healthy?

If I was American I would simply sue his ass. But being British I’ll have a good old grumble on my blog and do nothing about it.

Facebook being the dear creature it is has reacted angrily, with over 200 determined networkers to declare ‘Fuck Alistair Darling - Let's all Binge Drink before the Budget!!!’

That’s if one can get served – the last time I went to buy some Ratler from Morrisons I got ID’d by what looked like a 12 year old. I’m 30 in June. It was all decidedly confusing. She had to call over her manager who was old enough to check my ID.

Anyway, I digress. It’s time, my dear Cornish friends (they only drink wine in London – I checked - a lot) to stock up. Stock up now, before it’s too late and Darling forces apples out of your diet. The bastard.

Gender definition

I just wanted to show off my blinds. They have no wordly right to be sitting here on this blog, apart to highlight the fact that no matter how far gender equality comes, there’s just no getting away from the fact that women are more drawn to some ‘crafts’ than men.

To my knowledge my bother’s never sat himself in front of a sewing machine and knocked up a cushion, or hemmed a curtain.

Anyhoo, here’s the somewhat wobbly result of a few good hours labour