Toast

I'm tempted to reply, but best to leave it to someone more practised in hurling choice invective. Lard?

According to a leaflet stuck in my door, this morning our local (Conservative) MP paid me a visit. Fortunately for all concerned, I was still in bed.

His name was James. Not Jamie. I can remember his parents making it clear at the time that they did not call him 'Jamie'. To no avail. The gutter media had already decided otherwise. Presumptuous and lazy hacks have ensured that the poor kid even lost his name.