Porky's on the job, an' no porkies, honest

You have to smile - or weep - at the gall of some humans who it seems never learn.

I hate to refer again to the bus sent to the more gullible parts of the great democracy announcing that if only we'd give full power back to our politicians, a fortune would fall from heaven for us.

And we - the people - would be the first to gain with £350 million a week to pamper our medical needs. Yes, all ours to cater for our health vulnerabilities. The only price: vote Brexit.

Oddly, moments after the last vote was cast in the poll, the promise of £50 million a day vanished.

Recent news about the NHS struggling to cope might leave us wondering about the promise.

Porky as detective

However, that porky lad is doing his best in another area now, so perhas we should forget the health funds.

He's trying his hand as the great detective. He found where Salisbury is tucked away - AA road maps are good like that - and he has deduced who did tried to kill the Russian turncoat, or at least who ordered the dastardly deed. It was not Russian politics exactly but the Russian president himself.

He did get a little prompt fom the laboratory at Porton Down, apparently, after which came the news that the lab will get a £48m boost from the government. Perhaps that's part of the funds that would otherwise have had to go into detective work.

Sadly, a news report last night claimed that several MPs are retweeting that Porton Down, in spite of all that new money, still admits it isn't at all sure about the nerve agent.

Hopefully the, er, poor fellow struggling to get by on a minister's salary of just £141,000 … Continues on the blogs for my sailing adventure story, Sailing to Purgatory, at SailingToPurgatory.com