The National Forest

Twice recently it has been my pleasure to drive in a north easterly direction on the picturesque M42 through our National Forest proclaimed proudly by a large sign. Lovely!

No, I didn't know it was there either.

How encouraging to be living so close to this national treasure, a large forest in the heart of the midlands.

Except it's not.

It's just, er, scrubland around Birmingham.

Read more about it here.

Don't Invest in a Tessa

Maybe she is a lovely person. Maybe she is hardworking, dedicated and uncorruptable. Maybe the money was a gift and he never told her about it. Maybe she trusted him and signed anything put in front of her by him without question.

Maybe.

Maybe it's my current situation, but I feel uncomfortable about having someone in Keir Hardie's Labour Party having so much money that, for them, half a million quid is neither here nor there.

I was trying to articulate this point at a curry on Friday night when the perceptive one said "You mean you can't square it with the Labour Movement".

Bloody right I can't.

Caravans

Have you ever noticed that no matter how large a campsite you stay in, no two caravans are exactly the same?

What's going on there?