Dear, oh dear. Words do fail us. And aren't we in a fine old mess when a pretty bimbo does a Diana Lite on the nation. The Sindo all agog - some breathless fat boy journalist regales us with details of the frequency of her fucking. And Berties's aide-de-camp represents us at the plasma screen bedecked funeral where the family seemed more intent on performing than mourning.
The word meretricious springs unbidden to mind. What a country we are when the agenda for the life we should aspire to is set by such a collection of self-absorbed, vapid fuckwits. And shouldn't we start a campaign to liberate Gene Kerrigan.
