Green shoots

My dear wife always says, in jest, that I faintly resemble Samuel Pepys the legendary English social diarist. Certainly Sam is one of my firm favourites. It is not widely known that he was instrumental in unwittingly inventing the world's first driver when he crafted a device for flinging stones at unwelcome cats in his garden. But I have a confession to make and it deserves a wider audience which is why I have told the writers of our most excellent magazine Your Somerset all about it. See page 8. Yes I want to be President of the United States. I believe my swing is more than up the task, and all that will be required is a session or two at the local tanning clinic to develop that distinctive Obama glow.

Watch the birdie

So much has happened so quickly

It seems an age since I last had time to post my thoughts on life. Fate has transformed me from a member of the opposition to the very heart of cabinet government in this county. Now I am a mere heart-beat away from the pinnacle of power. That is what Roger tells me, and Roger is an expert. It is no accident that the heirarchy wanted him and him alone to represent the company at their recent conference in Toronto and I know that our Mr Kershaw did a thoroughly sound job. I can't quite remember the name of the company. ICL was it? Or BTM? It doesn't matter. They seem to have lots of good ideas and tell me they can save even more money if we give them a few extra bits to play with. Sounds good to me. I will talk it over with Alan on Friday. Did you know he's having a party. It must be his birthday I think. See you there.