going noisettes

back after a hectic week in the frozen north- bright but bloody cold ,got back to find i was offline. had been stupid enough to change bank accounts and think they would hook up with paying bills alas no .then eight days struggle to get back on line ,not helped by a mumbai line service -hey its not me that doesn't speak good English. got on again after i hired an engineer- god help anyone who hasn't one at hand. then on motor way down somebody collided with somebody else on the m 1 a five hour journey stretched into 7- so if I'm not noisettes i should be- so back in the real world what do i find uni fees through the roof, national treasures Anne widicombe and Stephen fry anything but, as they make total fools of themselves. and now admiral neslon has to share his plinth with villineuve - and then i have champagne socialist knocking the big society. why don't these dim guardianistas realise the big society had been the aim of Christianity, read the sermon on the mount ,and true socialism. socialism in England is partisan, therefor not socialist -so guys pause and think what the words mean when you sing Jerusalem. after this lot no wonder I'm joining the brother hood of the noisettes