Budget meh...

I'm not what you'd call a political sophisticate, I have no clear allegiance to any one party and I seem to sit pretty much square in the ever decreasing no man's land between the three main parties. I do get lots of time to think (which can be a bit of a problem sometimes) as I'm navigating my way around the UK motorway network. Unless something *really* vexes me, I try to avoid politics in conversation, that way madness lies and a person can lose friends easily so I try to keep my opinions to myself.

Listening to the budget being read out yesterday the overwhelming feeling was of 'so what'. I don't drink cider (or much else besides), I don't smoke (anymore), the company pays for the fuel I use, I'm not a first time buyer, nobody is at death's door, I don't earn enough to be affected by the punishment of the well paid, etc.etc.

So I gracefully glide over the top of the budget (as gracefully as one can on the M6 anyway), largely unaffected (directly) by anything in it but astounded by the behaviour of our elected representatives, do we really vote for these schoolchildren?

Is the mother of all parliaments really inhabited by such an uncouth and impolite flange of baboons (or is that a whoop of baboons and a flange of gorillas, Gerald?) whooping and yelping every time the dominant male opens his mouth? Perhaps some sort of Simpson-esque electric shock therapy could be implemented?

Quite honestly I think detention and lines are too good for them and corporal punishment is a perk claimed on expenses.