Budget day in the UK has rolled round again. I shall treat it with an inflexible rigour of disdain. Back in a previous life, when I was a Corporate Development Executive, I used to have to spend half the night producing an analysis of each budget's implications for the board to read over their cornflakes the next morning; an exercise I came to see as a complete waste of time.
As for Gordon Brown - our putative leader - I've considered him a boorish cad ever since he turned up for dinner at the Lord Mayor's Dinner in 1997 dressed in a lounge suit rather than the traditional full soup and fish. Not that it will go down in the annals of infamy above his pilfering the pensions of countless honest hardworking men and women, but it is and was indicative of the petulant nature that has become more and more obvious over the last decade.
Ever since I learned he was blind in one eye, I mentally subtitle his every utterance "bold talk for a one-eyed fat man" in a petulant Ned Pepper gesture of my own.