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Googling TUC for image ideas isn't a good idea

There we go, sheesh, excuse me while i fight back a yawn

Choosing any story to write about today has been like trying to find scraps on a Sunday Roast. There are far too many which I could achieve a paragraph on, then run out of things to say. When I tuned into the news channel they were broadcasting a live viewing of Blair and Clinton sharing a staged discussion dryer than a communion wafer all set in an environment that came across as the hairy child of an open mic night and a blind date. There's only so many times you can point out the irony in the award that has been bestowed on our right old arse whistle Tony Blair for fucking up. Especially given he's been nice enough to give a shed-load to charity. Forgetting the fact that the award is for human rights, to which the correct response is "what human rights?" Tabloids have been sitting round, surprised Berlusconi can do such things and then there are the distractions of the internet, being linked to a website that calls itself 'ferret hand jobs' raises a few eyebrows.

TUC has met in Manchester. It's the first meeting since the coalition combined so that Cameron could decidedly piss everyone off and Clegg was able to offer free blow-jobs to anyone wearing tweed and blue rosettes. People at the wrong end of the budget cuts stick are decidedly angry about being invited to find another job.

So far the demolition government really doesn't seem to be making many friends, a hung parliament doesn't look so bad now eh? Least everyone could make joking chat-up lines about their small cocks being generous like the government. Now though, after weeks of buttering up, the public seems to have slipped right from their fingers with moves that are being painted by TUC, and the media as an order barked by thatcher.

The natural knee jerk reaction is to feel like the doctor has told you your nose needs removing because you have a cold. Although I agree in part, this is all a clever ruse by David Cameron to come out better by proclaiming that it could be worse. Watching coverage of the strike movement feels more like a political rally with preachers spelling out doom and gloom for our lovely nation of tea and crumpets. Oh You Fool! they are politicians. They are just a different kind of politician, the kind that throws around loads of propaganda and... wait, how are they different?

That all leads me rather neatly into the Labour Party Leader Race. Well, it doesn't but the news networks have been pretending it does all day. Labour have enjoyed overusing the flimsy pretence that they would be doing better to draw attention to the leadership fight, which includes such big hitting names as thingy-bob and whasisname. Most people don't really care, partly because more interesting things are overshadowing it, partly because the people running for leadership are so very boring and partly because the news has suddenly said "this is something you need to care about". This is the main problem politics has, people rarely care that much unless the cabinet is waving shit on a stick at them. I don't blame them, politicians in scores of countries have proved how terrible they are at sorting out our problems for years.

Shame the news didn't try to connect it in with the Royal Mail sell-off too, it could have saved me the time of roaming for hours in my last article trying to think of things to say. If you need me, you'll find me giving head on demand to people in tweed near the House of Commons.