Between Tuechel, Starmer and Burnham I think becoming a Martian is a good choice!

Had I been captured by aliens this week and wired up to some Martian brain-scanner, the poor little mites might well have given up and gone home early, on the grounds that humans were too emotionally unfit to even become Triffid house plants.

As I previously mentioned, the jolliest of amusing and uplifting lunches, which the Mekon’s EEG would have shown up as a bright Green positive, making the species not only amusing but possibly edible! Another lunch with a chum in a new local pub where they have spent over £1½m on making the place look like a giant Swedish sauna, and then failed to train the staff to catch the punters’ eyes… at all. As a result, the service was delivered at the same speed as entering Malaga airport during a power cut, and trying to navigate the new European digital border management scheme. The food was uninspiring, but I suppose it might get better. EEG flashed Green and Amber throughout!

Don’t even mention Wednesday night.

The Argies gave a brilliant display of why they are entirely unfit to be considered either sporting or gentlemen.