Porky!

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Pictured: tonight's repast of pork, smoked bacon and chilli beans alongside an appetiser of some excellent spicy chorizo to nibble on with a glass of cold pilsener beer. So, Tex-Mex meets Spain and Germany head on at Fairview Heights this evening. I really can't be arsed with picking the bones out of the continuing press speculation over the possible contents of tomorrow's budget. I'm of a mind to wait and see just what the Chancellor has to offer. My attention span isn't that short: I just wish that everyone else would stop second-guessing what hasn't yet happened to fill pages with possibles and what-if's. Analysis is only possible with actual data to go on. Speculation and porky-pies don't cut it for me...

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  1. Anonymous30 October 2024 at 15:03

    I don't know why you waste so much time on the gutter press mate. Watching Rachael today was an almost unremitting joy as you could see that what she was announcing was DESIGNED to help the less well off instead of watching a cunning Tory trying to pull the wool over our eyes!!
    ATB
    Joe

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    1. sideways30 October 2024 at 18:00

      She played a blinder and Sunak hated it: I loved the dig about private air travel...

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