How horrid is that? The background is that My Little Tony Blair has produced a memoir (for a reported £5 million) called The Journey. Beau Bo D'Or (link to left) has produced a mock cover, mostly echoing the infamous pic of John Lennon and Yoko Ono in bed (which if anything was even worse).
Oh and with Hat Tip to Charon QC, a weird story relating to the recent two day civil servants' strike in which scabs - sorry civil servants working through the strike - were told to imitate answering machines when answering the phone. One civil servant working through the strike's opening gambit to the rabbit was 'you are?' This was in person at a certain court where some of the staff were on strike and not on the phone, I say by way of explanation. I don't quite know why but there is something about 'you are?' meaning 'what is your name?' that sets my teeth on edge. It just sounds so arsey. Fortunately the civil servant working through the strike did not get the business end of a picket's placard lodged in the fundament due to exemplary restraint on the part of the rabbit.
After all that unpleasantness, I see that I'm off to Tamworth tomorrow. I've blogged on the Tamworth pig before, Here are some Tamworth piglets. Endearing or what?