Damned Fine Coffee

A mug of steaming hot Joe, a view of the sea and the company of my soul mate. It doesn't get much better than this. We walked at Newborough this afternoon, ate sausage baps at Caban Llanddwyn and drove back through the interior of the island. Happy Easter.

On a clear day you can see forever

My good mood offsets the shadow cast by what little of the Leaders' Debate I could stomach watching last night. What an array of shysters. But hold hard on the cynicism boy, you've got to vote for someone. I've come to the view that the only way to vote is that which makes a Miliband premiership the least likely. The man's gurning features and soft-headed interventionist leanings drive me bonkers. Have we really reached the stage when a berk like this can be PM? A man who thinks that it is moral for the state to confiscate half of a man's earnings; a man who thinks it practical to legislate caps on profitability of individual commercial contracts. Whoever wins, we deserve better. 'Twas ever thus?

Reasons to abhor Cameron, well try these four words for starters - Fixed Term Parliament Act. Nothing more or less than self-indulgent Blairite political vandalism.

Hey ho, the view is wonderful.