A three hoarse race

Well, in the words of Fast Eddie Felson "Hey, I'm back"

Just a brief where have I been. I haven't actually been anywhere but I found I didn't really have enough time to blog as well as concentrate on a creative writing course. Will I actually ever complete writing anything for publication or performance? Not certain but I'm a lot closer than I was before the course.

Well we're nearing the end, will they perform well on the day or will the competition prove too much. Just one misplaced step or stumble and the oposition will score and then only the return legs to try and pull it back.

No not football but who gets to wreck, (sorry run) our country for the next 5 years. Who are you backing, Charisma Bypass, Posh Boy or The Cleggie.
Make no mistake as that's what it's mostly about. The media have made sure that now more than ever before it's a presidential election.
So it's a choice between a dour Scot who seems happier the worst things get and for all the world I can't get John Laurie out of my head whenever I see him, "Doomed, we're all doomed I tell ee"

Or the digitally botoxed posh boy who constantly does his damnedest to be one of the lads and fails miserably on most occasions. No matter how often he rolls his sleeves up and loosens his tie he still oozes Eton from every pore.

Cleggie, who seems to push Uncle Vince forward on numerous occasions with that sort of  "My uncle will sort you out" attitude of the bullied schoolboy is frankly going to be, as always an also ran.

But wait just a moment, coming last in this race may just be the best option. The power broker in a hung parliament. Sitting on the bar like the midget Mordecai in High Plains Drifter relishing the power and influence after years of ridicule.

I don't suppose there's any small chance I can vote SNP is there?