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Nice of Therese Coffey to put herself and her cabinet colleagues up for consumption, but I don’t think we should turn to cannibalism just cos there’s no tomatoes.
Not only should the Uk dedicate itself to the growth of turnips, we should also refuse to export any to the EU so we get all the lovely turnips and they gaze across the channel in envy. If I had had my way we’d have had a diamond hard Brexit and there wouldn’t even be turnips, so I guess we have to thank the Tories for that.
I am hopeful that if we can break this country enough that we’ll then be able to rebuild it and realise that the way to have a fair and happy and prosperous society is to provide the services that we all use for free (paid by our taxes, but proportionately on what we earn). The basics that everyone deserves for keeping this country running are free education and health care and affordable transport and energy and whilst some might feel that they should only pay for things that they themselves use, it’s short-sighted to think that will work and clearly much more expensive than us all doing it together for ourselves and not for profit.
But sure let’s all grow out own tomatoes, because they’re famously easy to grow and luckily we all have our own heated greenhouses. It’s actually a bit crazy that supermarkets bother selling them at all.
After a break from Twitch of Fun it was quite joyous to return. I did, as usual, minimal prep and had no idea where it would go, but Ally was on fire and so made my job very easy. Also Phoebe crashed the opening as usual and is an absolute natural. Too good in fact. But at least eventfully, when I am gone, I know that Twitch of Fun will be a success.
After the show I fell down a bit of a Gus Honeybun rabbit hole. The Birthday Donkey is more than heavily indebted to the West Country’s finest ever celebrity, though to my knowledge Gus enjoyed his work and didn’t pray for death on every appearance. But who knows?
Though it made me realise how much Gus and the presenters who worked with him meant to be, especially Judi Spiers and Ian Stirling (not that one) who I (re-?) discovered had died in 2005, which is a big shame. He was a very funny man and effortless presenter and he also secretly put out messages for the underground gay community of Plymouth during the Honeybun segments.
Weird, because I’d been DMing with Mr Benn earlier in the day, another of my early heroes and
watched the episode he’d recommended. I’d say you don’t get TV as smart and thoughtful and unpatronising as this (the message of the episode is left to be discovered by the viewer) but Bluey and much other modern stuff is equally as smart.
