David Heathcote-Amory, the "Telegraph" tells me, bought 550 sacks of manure. (The orifices it came out of are not specified - who's your MP?) at a cost of £385, or 70p per sack, which is fine. If manure in huge quantities turns him on, who am I etc . . .
He passed them to his gardener, which is also fine. He passed the bill to you and me, which isn't, as even the biggest twerp in the House ought to know. (I'm not getting at him paticularly. I'm sure there are bigger twerps than D.HhyphenA in the House, and who knows, some of them may have much more productive orifices.) He joins his many friends and colleagues on both sides of the House, who, we now see, have no hesitation whatsoever if spreading their horticultural requirements all over us. The BBC News keeps banging on about what we the public think of our MPs. Wonder what these well-heeled elected geezers think of US as they burn our money to grow bigger marrows?
Oops! Almost forget . . . the FTSE 100 Index presently at 4440.
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I don't leave comments on blogs that use Word Verification. Ditto blogs which I know have Comment Moderation applied. Life's too short and I'm too busy makin' money and what the Hell are these people scared of anyway? If you don't like some creep's comment . . TRY DELETING IT! You have that privilege.
And I never read unpunctuated so-called poetry. I don't understand why self-styled poets think it's clever to make their work difficult to read/understand.