Leaders' Debate

A lesson to Tweeting Candidates

It's always a shame to fall at the first hurdle. I'm feeling a bit sorry for 24 year old Labour candidate for Moray, Stuart MacLennan today. Did I say candidate? I meant ex-candidate.

The poor lad obviously wasn't told that when you tweet, well, the whole world can see what you're saying.

That includes your boss, Stu. you know, the Prime Minister?

Stuart reportedly referred to the youngserly-challenged as 'coffin dodgers', the financially challenged as 'chavs', swore (a lot) and reportedly complained when his train had no first class to offer him. Good Lord, old boy - no first class? Whatever did you do? Tuck into some scones and a Pimms to remind the rest of the world you were in cattle-class by accident?

I can't prove any of this, of course, because the poor lad had to close his account, in vain it appears, as this afternoon the Labour party dropped him quicker than Cameron's going to drop the ban on fox hunting (still remembering one of the best Sun headines ever when protestors stormed the Commons - it read 'For Fox Sake').

I just can't help but wonder if ole' Stu was batting for the wrong team. I mean, a first-class loving, elderly and lower class hating Labour candidate? Whatever next? A black BNP member?

How Wood you vote

Once upon a time there was a girl from Kent (and lives in Cornwall) who would have voted nothing but Labour. Then there was a war.

Now she wants to vote for the right party for her county and her country - not just for the party she was socialised to vote for.

Her quest might bring her right back to the beginning - settling for a vote for Brown. But could an honest, no-holds barred dive into the 2010 elections bring her closer to the Tories than she ever thought possible?

Exploring the major parties and the lesser known ones, this is Jo's Blog, asking 'how would you vote?'

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

Tiger the 'sex addict'

"I did not have sexual relations with that woman. Oh, apart from that one, and that one. And, oh darn it, ok, hands up, I'm a sex addict. Yeah that must be it.

"I'm not a man who simply doesn't think the rules apply to me (although I've admitted that I don't think they do). Nor that I didn't think my wife would ever seriously leave me (taking my kids whom I don't deserve with her). Nor that I thought I was such a massive star my sponsors wouldn't forgive me screwing hookers behind my wife's back left right and centre. I also think that by regurgitating a PR speech I've practised a thousand times in front of the mirror will pretty much get things back on track."

Seriously Tiger, there's nothing more you can say. We get it, you're sorry. You're sorry you were caught and your bubble burst.

People make mistakes - it's human nature- but mistakes on 'Tiger scale'? There are men who think it's ok to cheat - who get off on the secrecy, the excitement of being with someone but their partner - and there are men who don't. I've got to say I think that changing the fabric of your morals in your 30s is akin to the ease of changing your skin or eye colour.

Call me a skeptic but I've heard that speech before from an ex who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. That lasted 15 minutes too. I mean his fidelity. There's no such thing as sex addiction. Just dickheadism.

And yes, women cheat too.

Getting jiggy in the new age

It all starts pretty innocently - an email here, a text there. Before you know it your spectacles are steaming up and your messages are filling with asterisks (if you believe The Sun).
We're talking about getting jiggy the new-age way.
A recent poll questioned nearly 1,500 men and women folk and found that morality on this form of 'cheating' divides nowhere near the middle.
57% of guys claimed having sexy time with another person on text did NOT constitute as cheating, while 86% of women said they thought that shit was unacceptable in a caring, sharing, respectful etc. etc. relationship.
1 in 3 women said they'd consider dumping their partners ass if he par-took in such cheatery, whilst the men claimed they'd be far more relaxed about it all - with only 1 in 6 men saying it would end in breakup if they caught their other-half out.
Funny isn't it - I wonder if these stats reflect what would really happen. What's for sure is that women see the 'emotional' cheat just as important as the physical. That if a man could engage in sexy texts with someone else, the trust and connection between them would break.
The fact the guys mostly claimed they'd forgive and forget in such a situation is interesting - perhaps I've always just been with guys who would give me a good deal of a hard time for looking sideways at another guy (present company excluded). Or perhaps they're giving it Billy big nuts, secretly knowing sexy texting just ain't that good an idea.
What staggered me is only 59% of all of those asked said they thought that actually PHYSICALLY kissing someone else would constitute as cheating. I hope none of them are my boyfriend.
Happy Valentine's xxx