I was going to grace you with an amusing and insightful piece analysing each of the four Tory candidates for Mayor of London, but that will have to come tomorrow. For in a move reminiscent of the cold war, I am running for the nuclear bunker. We appear to be about to go to war with Russia.
Let's hope for the best, but start stockpiling the baked beans and bogroll in case.
Friday, 7 September 2007
Running for the hills
Posted by Major Gripe at 21:25
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Putin reminding Brown not to mess with him. Perhaps Brown should have thought of the repurcussions before threatening Russia over the Litvinenko affair (despite Russia's constitution quite clearly *not allowing* extradition). The Bear awakens from its slumber.
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