Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings a triumvirate of delights that no fiction writer would dare invent: a resigned minister declares political catastrophe before luncheon, the Kingdom finishes last in Europe's grandest singing contest with a single Ukrainian point, and the Capital spends four and a half million pounds keeping itself from itself. Your devoted Author has observed it all - and found the absurdity quite inexhaustible.

Dearest Gentle Reader, Thursday has once again outdone itself in the production of scandal, with a leadership scramble, a war-addled economy, and a fish and chip crisis of genuinely philosophical proportions. This Author has observed much, judged freely, and raised an eyebrow at approximately everything. The Capital, the corridors of power, and one small chip shop in Pembrokeshire all have starring roles in today's most diverting dispatch.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Monday brings a most remarkable assortment of affairs - legislation slipped quietly past sleeping parliamentarians, school kitchens stripped of their guilty pleasures, and a gentleman from the Northern Province who has just done something in the golfing world that only three men before him have ever managed. This Author has opinions on all of it, and very little patience for those who do not.