We must apologise for the recent lapse in blog entries but Blighty has been busy on your behalf. He has been undercover investigating that relatively unknown institution, The National School for Estate Agents. After failing to pass the entrance exam on three occasion, Blighty got 14 month old Blighty Jnr to take it. She passed, […]

Just when you get used to Helen Mirren being Elizabeth I up pops another skinny bird in a ginger wig to confuse you all over again. This time it’s the Beeb’s turn to haul out the bodices with their new drama The Virgin Queen. Poor old Liz, she was on the throne for fifty years, […]

As regular readers will be aware (both of them) Blighty has rather a low opinion of the old British B&B, likening it to staying in a stranger’s spare bedroom, with the emphasis on ’strange’. This opinion has been arrived at after numerous occasions when tightfistedness came before comfort. So, it came as quite a surprise […]

It seems a bit early in 2006 to be handing out end-of-year awards but there is little chance that George Galloway will be beaten this year in the race for this coveted title. One that he should now keep he’s won it so often. The reason? If you’re a constituent of Bethnal Green and Bow […]

According to writer John O’Farrell kids today are mollycoddled by over-protective parents gripped by a terminal state of fear, forever watching their darlings like neurotic hawks. Blighty thinks this is patent…
…sorry about that, Blighty Jnr had picked up a piece of kitchen roll, can’t be too careful. Now where was I…?

Parental fears hit
It is true […]

Britain has a drink problem, we all know that. We’re the drunks of Europe… hic. We are a lushy island sinking in an ocean of pure alcohol, looking across at France and asking them, ‘What are you looking at, did you knock over our pint?!’ Or are we? There are actually nine European countries who […]

Glasgow kills, it’s official. Living there can slice ten years off your life. Well, if your alternative residence is a Georgian townhouse in Chelsea that is. Glaswegians can expect to be rudely shoved off this mortal coil before they reach 70, whereas Chelseagians can expect to enjoy an 80th birthday party with canapes and champers. […]

As we all know, there are two kinds of drugs. There are those sold in Little Interlect newsagents along with the Daily Mail to Mrs Frobisher, reducing her life expectancy by ten years and adversely affecting the health of anyone within breathing distance, while they discuss the other kind, which are taken by young reprobates […]

The tories are disconcerted with their recent run of crushing election defeats. They consider themselves the natural party of government, being posh and thinking they own the place. Recent leadership elections have not helped matters, having been won by a Hammer Horror extra and two bald chaps whose names have escaped Blighty. As a result […]

She is 80 this week. The woman who put a generation on the dole. It was a necessary evil apparently, which wouldn’t be so bad, if she hadn’t proceeded to blame the unemployed for their plight. It’s a startling fact that no one leaving school in the 80s got a job. In fact, they didn’t […]