The hour is late..there is no time to sit ponder and scribble about all that has passed through my vision today or perhaps fed my ears..via the BBC wireless with so many words, not even my old friend KIng Canute has had time today to whisper into the shells lay in the soft surf along his beach, as to whether truth has been spoken..in the Houses of Parliment as the baying members shattered the concrete sky above with a fantasy island dreamed budget winged from the Tory Party knowing such footprinted words will wash away during the next tide....So Goeth...
