We have a football team that can’t beat anybody, an Inland Revenue that can’t keep our personal details safe, a legal system that keeps on sending innocent people to prison, a police service that shoots innocent Brazilians and tasar’s comatose diabetics, a Government that keeps on taking away our freedoms and a postal service that cannot distinguish Close from Road. We live in a cold, crowded, dirty, and windy little island. Apart from that we have nothing to complain about really. And its Friday. What more can you want. I’m off to the pub!