Mildly Depressing Sunday

Normal start to Sunday: watched the first 5 minutes of Sunday AM before the cretinous Andrew Marr drove me out of bed. I suppose it is too much to ask that the BBC could ever employ someone with some sort of backbone. I wouldn't mind it this 'someone' was from the left or the right, but this muppet Marr is just too much to take on an empty stomach.

After a satisfactory bacon butty, my usual troll round Dale, Guido, Dizzy, DK. Uniformly boring - when the most exciting thing happening relates to who, or what, is the real Hitchens then despair sets in. I am reminded of the RBS logo which, when it was introduced in the 70's, (I worked for them at the time), was described as four old men sitting in a circle tossing each other off.

I picked up the Sunday Mail during a quick trip to Tescos and have spent the folowing 30 minutes wondering why. The 'real' Hitchens seems to have developed a really unhealthy obsession with Cameron and today's diatribe lacked any rationality or, more importantly, any trace of wit. Perhaps if he partook of a little 'substance' he would regain his sense of proportionality.