Briefly from Stansted. No time for music today. Waitingfor Basel flight. If I did have music it would be either Slade or Mahler. Meanwhile, two thoughts in passing:
a) The current outrage about MP's expenses is blown vastly out of proportion and Harman is right, it will only serve the interests of BNP thugs. Frankly I don't care about bath-plugs. Let those without sin in this respect or similar respect cast the first etcetera.
b) A mite ungenerous of me re: the Oxford hotel. Mites are quite big when examined through a microscope. And damn ugly.
So forward, into the air with my few remaining brain cells. Do not desert me now, fellas.