Urgh…
Woke up feeling cold and with the symptoms of flu. I can’t get warm and I feel like doing nothing but going back to bed where I would quite happily spend the day finishing the new Frederick Forsyth. Yet the problem with blogging is that you feel obliged to update, and with The Spine, that means thinking of something funny, knocking together a suitable picture, and then writing the story. Some days, it’s a nightmare. I wouldn’t mind, but I assume most people just look at the day’s picture before they go off to their next blog. It would be so much easier if I could just get away with the writing.
Yesterday, I spent all day trying to think of something to mark Prescott’s last party conference as Deputy. At 11.30 last night, I thought to make him gurn, which wasn’t the most penetrating piece of satire but after watching him run through all his solemn and ‘meaningful’ faces during his speech, it just seemed appropriate… If I’ll miss anything about Prescott, it’s his ability to take himself so seriously. Never has a politician so clearly delighted being in a position of power. I forget who said it first, but at least when you’re ruled by a government made up of aristocrats, they know how to handle the power and responsibility with a certain elan. Prescott is like the slowest child in the class made milk monitor for the week. Or in Prescott’s case, what seems like an eternity.