A Far Fetched Resolution

I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Athletico Prescott.

I was chatting with a few mates the other day about the moment in life when you realise that you only have a few years left of being able to play football and generally participate in athletic activity with any dignity and that maybe we should try to get fit in order to be able to do so. The alternative is wasting our prescious remaining years of athletic potential on the couch.

But that rather depressing thought has left me today - not because I've finally got fit and played a full 90 minutes of super-star football. But we now have an example from the very top of public life - if you're good enough, you're young enough. So no worries. I'll go to the gym another time.

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