Gair Rhydd

Who to vote for when they’re all dreadful?

So, it seems that the General Election will be on Thursday May 6 (confidently predicted on this very page in issue 902, not bragging or anything).

At these times there always seems to be a question that everyone is asking. Last time round people wondered “Why would anyone bother voting for Michael Howard the vampire? We’ve already got the New Labour bloodsuckers, after all”. And the one that many people are asking this year is, “Which of these putrid piles of excrement will be marginally less revolting than the other?” Perhaps that’s how the campaign and ballot papers should be phrased; it could well increase turn-out or at the very least get more of a debate going.

TIm Well Spent

CH: a melting pot of emotion

A new decade, a new dawn but some things just never change. Tony Blair’s insistence that his decision to invade Iraq is justified, John Terry is in the papers for the wrong reasons and Jedward just don’t seem to go away.

It is very much a case of déjà vu as is the fact I’m still ill. If any of you read the Christmas issue you may recall me lamenting about migraines and how I wanted a new body. That has not changed either but since then I have bizarrely developed a hatred for two letters of the alphabet. They are C and H. On face value and individually they are innocent but combine them and they become a formidable duo that has caused constant torment in my life.