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So, George Bush is groping strange women - seriously, if Reagan had done that to Thatcher they'd still be picking bits of him out of the shag pile, like finding dropped Christmas tree needles in June. Today we also learned he apparently calls Vladimir Putin 'Pooty-Poot' so, you know, all bets are off as far as that man is concerned. Hopefully not to his face, Putin looks like the kind of man who would put you up against a wall and shoot you as soon as look at you - he'd deny you a last cigarette as well. In fact, given his curriculum vitae, I'd be prepared to stake money that he has actually had people shot.

Also, World War Three seems to have started quietly. You know, I used to be fairly identifiably on the Palestinian side - in the basic freedom to pursue happiness, etc sense rather than the basic freedom to walk into pizza parlours and blow oneself up, but Hezbollah really are a breed of evil apart, so I'm probably fairly half and half at the minute, whilst retaining a low background level of 'what teh fuck, Israel?'

What with the heat outside somewhat resembling a blast furnace and the only watchable television being Marcus Brigstocke (the whinging leftie), Ron Atkinson (the racist) and Esther Rantzen (the unfunny version of Maureen Lipman) attempting and failing to learn French, I'm beginning to think the end times are actually upon us and am laying in tinned food and ammunition in preparation for the Rapture. Cos' you know Dubya/Merkel is Satan's doing. And I'm pretty sure Ron Atkinson being back on telly is one of the seven signs as well.