Of course there are bigger arseholes than Chris Grayling out there, as Nick Griffin, leader of the racist BNP manages to portray effortlessly time after time. Surely even the coldest-hearted soul cannot failed to be moved to tears of laughter by this pant-wetting nativity story.
As someone just pointed out to me - does he realise he has an incinerator in his living room?
Back to some lovely indiepop later in the week. Promise.