Perhaps it's me, but today I woke up wondering if I was living in a parallel universe somehow different from the universe inhabited by the fruitloops that frequent Number 10 and the Houses of Parliament.
After tripping over the cat and regaining my composure I turned the TV news on and lo, I discovered I was here on planet earth after all even if all these non-elected nutters are not.
Yes, unelected nutters make no mistake about it the Cameroon Kid would not even be in Number 10 if it were not for his pathetic begging act to gain Foghorn Clegghorn and the LibDems support. Since that memorable day we have been misruled by the biggest bunch of mental deficient clowns since Barnums Circus hit the road.
For openers, Cameroon has become the master of the backpeddling shuffle while Clegghorn is still wandering around in the wilderness attempting to find any supporters for his 18th Century ideas. As for George 'Abacus' Osborne so-called Chancellor of the Exchequer, when it comes to money handling this clown would never make it as a checkout operator in Poundland, let alone oversee the countrys wealth!
Yes, wealth, despite all the phoney posturing from the ConLibs regarding the UK deficit our respective part-time PM's still find time to 'splash the cash' by the bucket load to every tin pot global shithole of a country not in need of same.
But wait a minute, lets cut all essential services to the bone and beyond, freeze wages, wipe out pensions, kill off the OAP's, tax anything that moves and put most of the country out of work. Brilliant idea chaps and at the same time howsa bout slashing benefit payments for the millions that are fast becoming newly unemployed, sound lateral thinking there indeed.
But fear not, soon all our woes and tribs will be forgotten as the millions of unemployed can line the banks of the Thames waving Chinese made Union Jacks at Liz and the 'management' as they celebrate the Jubilee at our expense.
And if that's not enough to get the blood flowing we have the upcoming Olympics farrago to look forward to, when over 2,700 security guards alone attempt to drive into Stratford and park their cars each day....good luck with that one.
Oh sod this, I think I'll turn over and watch re-runs of Stargate after all!