It's western capitalism, Jim, but not as we know it

It is a truth universally acknowledge that even during financial Ragnarok, life chugs monotonously on. In this spirit I have been spending the last couple of days holed up in a darkened room sticking a load of stamps on envelopes and attempting to ensure that they are in the right pile, and consequently have had something of a blogging sabbatical.

Following the announcement of the financial package and the Gord's performance at PMQs yesterday (go the Gord!), I have been somewhat surprised at all the dark inferences about the 1983 manifesto. Apparently there are still those in the fourth estate who continue to believe that the Labour Party is stuffed with those who recite the "Communist Manifesto" in its entirety before adjourning to bed and whose darkest aim is to bring about international communism. Er ...?

Anyway, I'll be doing my roundup for the Wardman Wire later when I shal recap hi-LAR-iously on all the events of the previous week. Also, in honour of my birthday tomorrow when I shall attain the magnificent age of twenty-nine, I shall be celebrating (or, more likely, howling with grief into my gin) in the Usual tonight so if you be not of the house of Cameron, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.

Or even if you are.

Meanwhile, read Hopi on Dave's crisis of belief.