There is an airport in England . . . No name, but it’s north of Yorkshire . . . through which I’ve travelled over many years. During that time I’ve been of the opinion that its security staff have a higher twat quotient that is found in any other British terminal. I went through there yesterday and that view was reinforced by a fluff-cheeked kid with a failed moustache. He knows who he is.
I’m on the YouGov panel, which means that every day I’m sent three questions on current and world affairs. Today’s asked panelists whether Dave Cameron or Ed Miliband would make the better Prime Minister. DC won by 49% to 32% with 18% ‘don’t know’. Conversely, 47% to 35% felt that Labour were more in tune with their lives. Yet the same sample felt, by 50% to 34%, that the Tories would do a better job of running the economy over the next five years.
DebateTwo starts in three hours time. However it clashes with Man City vs Liverpool, so guess what I’ll be watching? There is nothing that Alastair Darling could possibly say that would persuade me to go against my country and my conscience by voting No.
Better Together advances the cause of the well-to-do and offers nothing to the poor and the deprived. Worse, it’s their enemy.
To those who genuinely believe in the Westminster union, I respect your view, and your right to express it through the ballot box. But I don’t respect the way the case is being put forward, and I hope that Scotland will reject it..
I’ve just read that Tiger Woods has fired his coach. After four years with the guy, winding up with chronic back pain and still not being able to hit the ball straight off the tee, you could say that he’s been too patient. Once again, people will ask the question: when you’re the best player in the world by a street length and more, why change anything at all?
Ron Lambert asks me when Skinner will ben his favourite bookshop.
Well, Ron, that’s a question you should really address to that shop, wherever it is. I can tell you that the entire list is in my favourite bookshop . . . www.campbellreadbooks.com . . . and that every copy leaving there is signed, yes, by me. If you’d rather have an unsigned copy, that can be arranged too.
This morning, I drove Our Mia and her dad to Drem Station for a morning at the festival. On the way there, she asked Dom, ‘Why is Grandpa driving on that side of the car?’
I was doubly pleased. I reckon that’s pretty bright for someone who’s only just turned four. Also, because she asked the question in Catalan, and I understood it!
At this moment I am sat, gob-smacked, listening to Julian Assange whine to a hand-picked media audience about the effect on his health of two years’ enclosure within the Ecuadorean Embassy. Fact: at any time during those two years, he could have walked through the front door. Fact: he didn’t. Fact: as soon as he leaves his diplomatically protected hidey-hole he is liable to arrest and extradition to Sweden to face questioning on allegations of sexual misconduct.