Too much

It's all too much.
I finally get a chance to do something I've been dreaming of doing forever and a day, and I'm terrified... Or am I just stupid? Moot point really. I either do or I don't. If I don't I'll regret it until the day I die and look like a total cunt to boot: If I do I'll probably peg out from the stress. I think it's called Hobson's choice. Fuck Hobson.
Hey ho. Bring on the stress.

Old New Labour Anew - Again

Once more into the breech... Though given a fair method of voting (proportional representation) the political landscape would be very different, you can only admire the front that is the chimeric Tony/Gordon beast. All hail the beast I say. Or should it be 'better the beast you know'?
Having voted for the 'nice' party I can't say I expected to be on the winning side, though given the choices on offer with UKIP being the only 'outsider' on offer, nice was the only path to wander. The alternatives I might have gone for such as the 'Official Monster Raving Luny Party' or 'The Green Party weren't on offer. Damn shame that.
I do feel a tad sorry for Michael Howard. Poor. poor chap. Fangs for the memories.
Hey ho.