Oh Dear...Strike One

I don't know, Mr Jakes goes away for a few days (blasted computer) and on return finds the UK up to its hairly ears in pasties, stamps & petrol. Tax here, strikes there, and a government tripping over itself in its oversized brogues. Tut tut! What are we to do? The petrol stations have been choked to the pumps for the last two days with lunatics cramming as much petrol as they can into tanks and jerrycans, preparing as if world apocalypse were around the corner. And now we hear that one lady is fighting for her life after an accident with fuel in her kitchen. (That bit of advice about "storing some petrol in a jerrycan in the shed" doesn't seem so wise now). Dear me what a week! Still Gorgeous George did well last night in Bradford eh? I like George Galloway. Ever since I watched him give the American Senate a black eye back in 2005, I admired his punchy attitude.