The Guardian has not been delivered today. I have enquired at the Newsagents and apparently no copies of the loathsome left wing rag have arrived in Shipston. Maybe Guardian writers feel that like the other lazy, overpaid, greedy left wing bastards, the junior Doctors, University Lecturers and School Teachers they should go on strike. If that is the case one must only hope that it is a prolonged dispute. But the absence of the rag causes my father some consternation.
What will he take into the hospice for my step mother to read today? What indeed will he read? Yesterday he took great delight in reading out passages from the Guardian which he knew to be rubbish but which he knew would annoy me greatly. It was not just the piffle from Polly Toynbee, the paper was bulging with obvious tripe.
And so as a treat I have bought him a copy of the Daily Mail. We can safely assume that he will not be taking it in to give to my step mother who would view it as political pornography but the closet reactionary is gripped.
There is an article about UKIP's leader and he remarks about how he knows all three of UKIP's peers. This gives him a chance for snobbish boasting as well as showing his reactionary links. The Guardian would not offer such sport. Maybe having called and amended the car insurance of Mr Tom Winnifrith (him) yesterday I should change Mr Winnifrith's order with the newsagent?