Yesterday I saw a BBC clip about whether British people were stockpiling food in case there was a no deal Brexit or not. Food hoarding seems to have become a normal part of the culture for many. At first I thought it was a spoof or comedy show but it is for real, people are actually doing this. You can sometimes judge a person on what they are buying at the checkout. There was a man we knew that always bought some cat food when he went to buy his bottle of vodka to make it look like he was doing some normal shopping. He didn't have a cat. Young people, students on a Friday night with trolleys full of booze and fizzy drinks and pizzas. Yet what to make of a person with a conveyor belt full of tins of tuna and loo rolls? What to say to the great big fella who tells the interviewer that, 'My wife is trying to stockpile but I keep eating it'. We can laugh but there seems to be something tragic about the whole saga. 

https://www.bbc.com/news/av/business-4730

JACOB REES MOGG

ERG. The European Research Group. They shoe horned in the word European to give them a benign, approachable, credible vibe when in fact what it really stands for is the Extreme Right Goons. Feck off to UKIP, sorry EDL, sorry, what is it called? BNP where you belong.

What to keep and what to throw away? Will my belongings, my ramblings my ideas and thoughts one day end up in a charity shop, a flea market or a bonfire. Who cares? In the meantime they take over the flat, pieces of paper, notebooks, post it notes full of energy, creativity, not knowing where they are supposed to go or end up. Nothing is permanent. Written on the back of a little brochure I picked up at the Bosch exhibition at the Prado Museum in Madrid, April 2016......'Saint Wilgefortis, the bearded virgin venerated in the Low Countries, exempla contraria, example to be avoided.' Why did I write that? Why did she seem so important to me at the time? Virgo Fortis, courageous woman. She sprouted a beard so as to be unattractive to the man she didn't want to marry. 

ORDER!! ORDER!!!

It's difficult to get a word in edgeways in Spain. If you don't talk over other people, shout or heckle you will find yourself engulfed, powerless and desperate for everyone to just shut the f*ck up and listen to you. If you manage to browbeat everyone you know you have integrated. Small children are the arch manipulators of controlling the conversation and at the slightest provocation will start banging the table with their fists and a list of demands. 'What do we want? Water/sweets/ go home/dance/lie down/pour said water onto the floor...when do we want it? NOW!!!' The community meeting can descend into uproar with everyone clamouring for attention. So where to go to get heard? Well, the Congress of Deputies perhaps? The President of the Congress, Ana Pastor, a politician I wouldn't like to cross swords with asked the deputies if it wasn't too much too ask but could they be quiet, and respect the person speaking. She added that the Congress was not the British Parliament which when you think about it resembles more and more a class full of five year olds.

RATE MY PLATE EXTRAORDINARIO

There's a Facebook page called Rate My Plate where people post photos of the most disgusting meals. Horrible roast dinners, fry ups and loads of unrecognisable foods, mainly involving pork.. Someone posted a photo of four politicians on another page. Boris Johnson. Michael Gove. Jacob Rees Mogg and Nigel Farage. For a moment I thought I was still looking at Rate My Plate. Gove looked like one of those sausages that resemble stewed penises, Johnson like a Cornish pasty run over by his own bike. Rees Mogg. Well the less said about him the better. And NF. He just looked like he was sitting around waiting to get his head kicked in. Here they are.

My idea of a dull night out would be in a pub stuck between Jeremy Corbyn and Jacob Rees Mogg. Both know better than everybody else with Rees Mogg proving it by telling you all about every single treaty he has read up on just to catch you out and Corbyn saying what he thinks some people want to hear and coming across as a bit witless. What did someone once say? 'Communist with knife and fork seeks similar with steak and kidney pie?' Was that Benny Hill, circa 1976? This is kind of where we are at. Rees Mogg is just an Opus Dei Man in a tailor made charity shop suit pretending to be a Christian fundamentalist but whose God is money and Corbyn is one of those people who on finding out the artist he likes is Israeli suddenly dislikes them because he is worried about what other people might think of him. 

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

People like you never think about nothing.

The ERG. What does that stand for exactly? The Extreme Right Goons? Lead by a man who pretends to be a Christian fundamentalist? Be under no illusion. Money is his God.

There is a special place in hell. For disaster capitalists, people who knowingly harm the environment, people who hurt children, those who are cruel to animals, and so on. 

Theresa May formally seeks....reopening of the withdrawal agreement.....backstop.......so called......Brady Bunch........amendment...alternative arrangements.....contentious.....legally binding.......cross party......across the house.....trapped indefinitely.......Brexit? Going well is it?