Here we go again, yet another Labour party conference, yet another hot air charade on control freak spin-doctored wheels.

Minus of course the sickly permasmirk psychotic war criminal one at the liars' lectern this year.

In the hell-bound one's stead it's old Edinburgh twinkle toes, "playsafe" Prudence himself. Never a one to take a risk - as we so amply saw during the last few years of Blair's dictatorship - even with cobwebs and ceiling motes gathering in his hair next door, he played the waiting game, as is his one and only forte.

So how bleak the REAL outlook for the country must be when even bottle-less Jock Brown considers going to the country after only 3 months in office.

An honest theme tune to this year's LPC would probably go something along the lines of.. " Things can only get worse - so let's merrily harvest the sheep votes while we can".

And of course the opposition parties couldn't find less substantial or more damp dish cloth-exciting leaders, in chameleon Cameron and Ming the pensioners' pin up, if they tried..

Of course on top of the economic material presently hitting the fan - Northern Wreck being probably only the tip of the steaming heap to come - a 100-seat majority would give the bastard juggernaut New Labour nightmare, headed by "taxmax" Gord', a fresh 4-year mandate to impose draconian new laws, stealth and lame carbon -excuse taxes and to roll out motorway road-tolling, along with the abolition of more civil liberties and the covering of the country's remaining green belt with yet more horrendous Barratt box doll's house visions from toytown hell.

And they will, ohhh they will !

Soon enough they'll be able to break down your door for non-payment of a parking fine.

" The future's sh*te, the future's Brown " TM

In short the country won't be worth living in.

Now where did I put me wee stoat passport now? I hear the frogs in SW France are quite tasty ;)

EL CHEEKY STOAT