Three Blind Mice

Less than ten days before the whole sorry mess is subject to the will of the people. There seems little point in adding to the tons of stuff out there but if you have one of these bloggy things and are true netizen of tinterweb it seems a shame not to share.

El Cameron seems to be slightly bemused as to why his obvious breeding and wealth and the manifest failure of his so called opponents have left him looking like the kid who insists it is his turn and you have to give him the bicycle now!

Giordano Bruno is still slugging it out after all these years. The boxer who never fails to get up on the count of eight. Get me the Balham Basher, Peter. I’m sure I can still beat the Balham Basher. But you are the Balham Basher!

The Cleggster or is it the Cleggstar! Haven’t we been here before, 1997?

I have to confess to using the Beeb’s seat calculator with the latest polls to see the likely outcome. You can also put a decent margin for polling error in and the whole thing has an oracular and soothing effect on a fevered brow.

What a relief, chaos and anarchy, it’s official.