Billy Boy says that his Bunch have done a deal, come to an agreement, with all the King’s men, on our bwhalf, and sold a bit more of our privacy in the interest of a Merry Christmas for all. A deal? With the King? Lord help us.

The kings obstruction of process .. and his paranoid ravings on fear, have won the day. Now he’s off on holidays with his kiddies. Wonder if theyre off to a quiet pacific resort for the duration? It looks like he’s forgotten the little kids we’ve got imprisoned up there … Bet he doesn’t go there for the hols even though Pistol Pete says its a magnificent resort. Shame. Shame, as our pacific neibours could do with a bit of a hand out over the Christmas break.

Well, he got his wish, another draconian measure all bound up in another unspecified outcome. He did give a few specifics I must admit. Transit lounges overflowing with bomb throwing terrorists, our pristine shores littered with drowning babies, sinking boats etc etc. Sounds good – from a fundamentalist view point.

Billy Boy says the Kings going to allow us some reform amendments in the New Year. To me it doesn’t look like he’s going to get time to get round to them, what with all the fooling about with election rigging he’s got planned for us in 2019. Anyway, the King’s lawyer’s already said he ‘might’ consider – you can read into that that he won’t – honouring some of the King’s promises. Might? I can’t see it happening, they haven’t bothered honouring any of them yet and I reckon a few weeks lolling about on a resort with the kiddies will induce some new fears of a rampant youth in a state of political activism.

I imagine there’ll be a fair bit of praying done over his long break too, to clear his conscience – not that there’s much that will do that sort of cleaning job. Not that he cares. It’s the holidays that matter. A good clean, fundamentalist Christian Christmas for all, and hey, he’s King for Christmas. He’s good value for money, our king. Let’s hope he can manage to appoint himself as our guardian for a few more years …

And thank god he doesn’t like Cricket. Can you imagine the sort of armour he’d crawl out to bat in? ‘Course he’d be surrounded by clowns so perhaps he’d survive and the one thing he’s taught us is that It’s not how you play the game that counts it’s whether you survive .. or not. It’s Incredible just how much more value one can get out of a day of Test Cricket than out of a Parliament ruled by a King.

“I cannot separate the aesthetic pleasure of seeing a butterfly and the scientific pleasure of knowing what it is.” – Vladimir Nabokov