As you know, I'm not much of a one for national and international politics, but I nearly choked on my Oeufs Florentine this morning when I read that John Prescott, our Deputy Prime Minister, has been having an affair.
I mean, he looks like the back end of a Russian tractor. If he'd been having an affair with David Blunkett, I might have believed it. Anyway 'Two Shags', as he's now known in government circles, has said it's all in the past and he wants to move on.
Speaking of moving on, the Pickfords men have just arrived. I'll be back in Ramsgate later to check on property prices and the state of my cliff top mansion.
You can't get rid of me that easily!