Sound-bite politics pours out of Westminster, spoken from a standing position before the party resumes a sedentary position onto a green leather seat.
The more I hear those deceivers, the more irritated I get.
Up-Stitch, Stitch-Up, Cross-Stitch, Un-Stitch, Lock-Stitch, Sh%#t-Stitch.
At the local elections I voted Green. Never again a Tory.
Listening to favourite Jazz cheers me up again:
Tuba Skinny
