Life for Lola

Someone has asked me to do something that I'm none too happy about. It's website building based before anyone worries, nothing filthy just mildly mucky, it's selling racy undies and I've had one of those moral dilemmas. As there is money involved my eyes sparkled for a few seconds but I've been left with an unsavoury taste round my chops. Writing this down now has been cathartic and I've decided to scotch the fellow now and extracate myself from it. Lola doesn't do blue.

I see the conservatives have decided that they need more women and people of colour in their party. I bet a few people in the home counties spat their cornflakes over the Telegraph this morning. Bless 'em, a race dying on it's tweed clad arse. "My boys, we are at the end of an age. We live in a land of 'weather forcasts' and breakfasts that 'set in'. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by Labour. Now, which of you is going to be a splendid fellow and go down to the Rolls for the rest of the wine?"