David Davis

I ought to read Iowahawk more often, me.

It’s a nice fine English spring afternoon here in the Frozen North, like not enough of these come due to golbal cooing now, and I have ritually drunk wine with my wife and children in the garden, so now I can say something here.

PS: To the social service Nazis whose gamma-minus semi-automata are set to read the “extyremist blogs”: my wife and children do  __NOT__  live in the garden all the time, OK? So don’t come for them. Just stay going shopping for Burberry stuff at TKMaxx, and having meetings sometime.