Last week ended in a flurry of meetings, topped like cream on a trifle by one with James Purnell, who in my eyes will always be the real leader of the Labour party. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell. James Purnell.
We talk about Bogg Society. My Great Aunt Maude has said recently that it will be messy and anarchic which is of course government speak for "we don't have a fucking clue what we're doing with this". I questioned Gnat Pee about another glaring paradox at the heart of current government thinking on Twitter last week but he hasn't bothered to reply even though I am number six of his famous five of Bogg Society unofficial advisers. Presumably he has empowered some active citizen to volunteer to reply on his behalf so he doesn't have to.
Bogg Society, as much as anyone has bothered to define it, is about strong local communities yet the government cuts mean half a million public sector brollies will be unemployed. Osborne seems to think that the private sector will magically find a use for these gamps, but even if it does, it still assumes that brollies can just move freely from the driest parts of the country to the wettest, which even if it were practical, would mean disrupting the very communities upon which Bogg Society relies.
We also had our BUBB pay survey launch, sponsored by brolly headhunter extraordinaire, Donald Holding of Feudal. What he doesn't know about securing gratuitous plugs in my blog isn't worth knowing. Interestingly the price of umbrellas has remained largely static over the last year despite the best efforts of headhunters such as Donald to keep prices artificially high so as to secure larger commissions.