Tony Exits Stage Left.......

On the plus side, when thinking of Tony Blair's time as Prime Minister, I think he should be congratulated on finding the time and the energy to get Cherie knocked up while running the country.

He was also always very smartly turned out. Apart from that time at a Labour Party conference when he held up both hands to wave at the cheering crowds and showed the world his sweaty arm pits. Yuk ! Still, it showed a human side I guess and he doesn't scrub up too bad, which could have only been good PR for Britain. At times, Gordon Brown looks like he has been emptied out of a hoover bag and, to me, has that creepy maths teacher look about him.

So what now? Well, we have a Prime Minister who looks like an accountant and, not only that, would probably have us living the George Orwell dream like Winston Smith in "Nineteen Eighty Four" if he could get away with it. A decent haircut wouldn't go amiss either.

All this in the same week when there is another major terrorist alert in our capital city AND the Spice Girls are reforming. Tough times indeed.

When I think about it, it's hard to think what difference any Prime Minister has done for me personally during my lifetime. I was too young to remember the last Labour government, Maggie Thatcher was a hard faced cow, John Major was too dull to remember and then it was Tony Blair‘s turn, so that's pretty much up to where we are now. I don't feel any better off for having had any of them in power to be honest. When it comes to Iraq, the thorniest issue of them all, in my opinion something had to be done by someone. It's just a shame, however, that Tony's stance on potty dictators does not extend to those without oil.

Big Yawn !

It's good to see the usual "you're about to be executed" look haunting the face of the person who has just been told of their imminent freedom from the Big Brother house.

What was even more amusing on Friday evening was that moments earlier, Seany was saying what a great time he had had during around two weeks in the house and that nothing, not even eviction, could take that away !

So it was pretty much business as usual with women with big gobs parading around in their underwear, men preening themselves, a couple of token oldies and fatties along with the feeling of utter "how could this possibly happen when I am so lovable" devastation when someone gets kicked out.

To add to the usual diet of rubbish and nothing, Davina McCall, presides over the proceedings like they're choosing a new Pope, holding a major peace summit with world leaders, healing the sick and feeding the starving.

Pass me the remote !