A Load of Bull

Well... David Cameron's smugness level has gone stratospheric. The day has been Tory-bookended. This morning I spent ages trying to clean a greasy smear off the television screen before realising that it was actually George Osborne on the BBC Breakfast sofa. And towards the end of the working day came an out-of-the-blue argument about Thatcher and the 'north' being seen as 'industry'; 'subsidy'; or, radically, 'people'.

Still, the rainbow coalition was a daft idea (and another example of Salmond's power-hungry media-whore status), and Cameron is the leader of the party which received the strongest mandate from the (ahem, misguided) people of these shores. A few things I can only hope for - the Liberals have stuck to their guns on electoral reform; Nick Clegg has an important role, preferably Foreign Secretary i think; and the aforementioned lump of sycophantic ooze Osborne is replaced as Chancellor by Vince Cable (as long as he doesn't die of shock after being offered a cabinet post).

In truth I don't trust most politicians that we see high in the ranks. We're in the era of the professional career politician, evidenced rather graphically by Cameron being our youngest PM for 200 years. In the olden days it was common for MPs to have had a career before politics (sandwiched in the middle of modern times with politics graduates moving straight into the political sphere in some way, and the time of landowning family trade politicians). I think we lose something in not having that quite as prevalent in the current crop.

Devil and the deep blue sea. Rock and a hard place. David Cameron and Milliband/Harman/Balls.

*sigh*

Ooh, in other news, my practising certificate arrived today. I'm a fully documented solicitor once more after the new regime at work saw the folly of ex-boss deciding it was too expensive.

The other macro shots (that Acronymphomania is a bad influence - I whacked all four rings on to see what happened):

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