I don't wish to bang on about the imminent results of the loss of reason by certain people in charge of national governments, but I really have to take issue with the media for its irresponsibility in propounding false information. Now I know it does this all the time, but there is a fairly large difference between influencing the public's attitude towards David Beckham and influencing the public's attitude towards the hours-away massacre of thousands of innocents. To draw the conclusion that 52% percent of the public supports Mr Blair from a poll of 1000 people is patently wrong. If, as L suggests, the British population had the brains to work this kind of thing out for itself, it might have come to an altogether different conclusion. Instead, it seems quite happy to have its opinions formed for it by The Sun and the Daily Mail, and these two wastes of rainforest are quite happy to seed their opinions among the mentally apathetic readership. It's the old story - the papers tell the people what they want to hear because they tell the people what it is they want to hear.

So, I've got it in for the government and the media. Does that make me an anarchist? I don't even like herbal tea.

Anyway, as counterpoint to impending destruction, L and I have taken up indoor gardening, which will soon develop into outdoor gardening - so I have 4 propagators on the windowsill, containing large amounts of bizarre-shaped seeds with nutso Latin names. Meanwhile L is forging ahead with Real Pots and Alan the twisted ficus has been rescued from office obscurity - he is now getting to know Eusebio, recently-repotted areca palm who used to live in the fireplace until he was mauled by Minkus and looked at shad-style by Fat Boy.