Blog Number One

I've read other blogs for quite some time now. I always said I'd get round to starting one of my own and tonight's the night. There's two reasons for this (apologies to Rod Stewart for nicking a song title from him in sentence 2. Start as you mean to go on my man):

• Number one son's parent's night went well. He needs to improve the layout of his writing, can dad help? Yes he can, he'll blog and show him how to present a page (or not as the case may be). See mum I was listening to you as you regaled me with the story of the parent's night. I stayed at home with son number two before you start having a pop about me not being there!


• The Conservative Party's announcement today about the increase in the Pension age to 66.

Now this blog will be a place where a guy who has just turned 40 vents his spleen a bit. And it'll be pretty eclectic, whatever takes my fancy on a certain day will be written about, but politics will feature a fair amount. So as good a place to start as any, especially with us being in the conference season.

New Labour have done my head in. Slippery, disingenuous, incompetent, arrogant and sleazy, you just can't imagine things could be any worse.

And then "Boy" George and Call Me Dave turn up and casually advise me "sorry old boy, country in a bit of a mess, you'll have to work another year". And you can bet your life it'll have gone up again by the time I think about spending my days on the golf course.

You end up with the idea that these Labour and Tory clowns are basically two cheeks of the same backside. It appears they've decided the people who do actually work will be made to do so until they drop down dead.

You know who you are - the "hard working families" they patronise once every 5 years when they want your vote. Then they squeeze every single penny they can out of you for the next 4 years, before giving you a few quid back as another bribe in the budget preceding the next General Election.

A cynic would suggest this latest bright idea is a ploy to make sure they don't have to pay any state pension to us at all, as we'll all have worked ourselves to death before we get to pension age. Either that or it's like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You get to 66, sorry it's now 67 until you get your dosh, 67th birthday arrives, sorry mate 68 now and so on..............

Never mind, our private pension pots are teeming with cash........oh hold on, Gordon stole all the cash out of there too..........

On a brighter note (I will try to end on a positive note when at all possible!!), every post will end with a recommendation of a song I think you should listen to/download. You'll find as we go along how much I love music, probably taken from my Dad who was a drummer in a band for many years.

Recommendation 1 - I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better by the Byrds. Listen to the vocal harmonies, awesome.

Well hope you've enjoyed Post 1. I think I'm going to enjoy this!!