Hooray! A new feel good plan for voters

WHEN A TUBBY FELLOW - oops, revered leader - rose through the political ranks faster than, well, certain introduced plants do in our gardens, a number of

inducements, promises, to wow us were/are offered.

Why? The poor fellow wants to be loved.

To see our smiles broaden and our faces light up, he promises to bring treats into our lives.

Only, suffering as he has of being the dearly loved spoilt brat of the rich, he can only try to imagine what we might want.

At least he’s trying – and how.

Nice policemen

And how he will please us is to … well, first off, fill our streets with nice policemen.

(Don’t worry, only a few will carry canon-sized armaments.)

He’ll fatten up their pay-packets, and ensure they are well-heeled as they trounce cheerily about our neighbourhoods.

Of course, like the promise on the big red bus that toured UK offering milk and money, our good old NHS – those places where we queue for just a few hours to be seen once we have declared loudly our birth dates - will flow with hoot.
Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, at
http://sailingtopurgatory.com/index.php/feeds/437-hooray-a-new-feel-good-plan-for-voters