BLOGGING, INTERRUPTED

I have a wisdom tooth situation which is laying me a little low, and so I'm not up to very much.

But if I was up to it, I would definitely be writing a post about the Fred Goodwin V The British People situation. What kind of a monster ego must you have to preside over the worst business loss in UK history and still feel it appropriate to pocket a pension the size of a planet.

I saw him once, Fred. At the opening of Gogarburn, when I went with Mr Scribbles who works for NatWest. Fred looked such an insignificant sort of man, so colourless and so without any features of distinction that he seemed in danger of dissolving into nothing. Unfortunately, he didn't dissolve. He carried on existing and ran one of the world's largest banking groups into the ground until it had to be bought up by the Government. Now my husband doesn't get home until 7pm every night. But at least he has a job, eh, Fred?