Blair Liberation Day..

...It's over, it's finally over! And 'Huzzah!' for that we shout from the very rooftops.

Harry and his ringers have been practising a special change this afternoon to signal Blair's departure and the start of our Woldean Liberation Feast, so if you happen to be driving by us today and wonder if you are hearing Church bells to the tune of The Who's 'Won't Get Fooled Again' then fear not, you are not suffering auditory hallucinations merely witnessing the sweet sound of freedom.

The tempo of the piece will obviously need to be quite adagietto in comparison with the original, but, mefeels, a certain molto grave is perfectly in keeping with the solemn joy of the day.

H will no doubt be relieved no longer having to share a front parlour with a man who screams 'Liar, liar, pants on fire' every time T. Blair shows his grinning little mug on the television. I know it's totally juvenile, but then the sentiment is as sound as it is accurate - he is nothing more than a boy who tells lies.

Our Gordo of course is a far weightier matter and what could be the correct response to a dour Scot who has near emptied the Palladas pockets from years of grinding increases in personal taxation?

A 'Glasgow Kiss' is one option. Harder though to deliver to the television without risk of screen glass in the forehead.

But never mind for the future, its pains will come as they must.

Today simply we cheer and cry "It is over, it is finally over!"