It's good to go into a journopuke-free environment for a while. For most of my life, I spent long periods abroad and so had a 'before' and 'after' perspective when I returned to Britain. Living here for any length of time, it's rather like being the proverbial frog in the water being brought gradually to the boil - something that would have scalded you at the beginning becomes the uncommented ambience of daily life by the end.
The loss of Laws, one of the very few politicians with a track record of success in the real world, is a heavy blow to the coalition and to the nation. So very, very strange that his fall came about because he used public money to paint the doors of the closet he chose to inhabit - wholly unnecessarily, given that his sexual orientation was no secret to those who knew him, and the great British public does not give a damn.
The honours farce is another source of wonderment. Who the hell values these silly titles anymore? And why? The House of Turds needs to be flushed away, and if logic is any guide - which in Britain is a mighty big 'if' - the Tories will accommodate the Lib Dems' desire for proportional representation by instituting it for a new upper house. Maybe save money by making the Euro MPs double up and do something useful in exchange for having their snouts in the biggest, slimiest trough of all.
And, finally, with reference to the Israelis' cocking up the interception of the ferry-boat full of terrorist enablers, wouldn't it have been nice if Hague had said 'nobody in the Middle East gives a shit what the British government has to say about anything, so from now on I'm not going to add my ha'porth of pointless commentary to a situation that is as intractable as it is tragic for all concerned.'