Undoubtedly model making, then a close second writing this blog. Last year we had a general election here in the UK. I had loads of fun writing satyrical manifestos for each of the parties, then I did my own. Obviously it’s no longer topical, but hopefully it will give you laugh, and I need to delete it so I can write new stuff. For those of you who are not familiar with our politicians I have written a cast of characters

Keir Starmer as Clear Stoma. Labrador Party.
Richie Sunak as Ricky Nonacs. Constipation Party.
Ed Davi’s as Red Gravy. Liberty Bodice Party
Nigel Farage as Niggly Barage. The In Suspension Party.
The Greens as The Greenies.
Meadowhead Bard as Keith Robinson. Instant Gratification Party.

I’m particularly proud of the name Clear Stoma, (You can see right through him and what he’s full of)

Oh Mr Nonacs.

Oh Mr Nonacs, what’s that you gonna do? Put the kids in national service, have you thought this through?

There’s one major problem, I think you should have known, how you gonna train them, when they’re stuck to their bloody phone.

Poor old Sergeant Major, he’s going to have to ask,For them to put their phones down, I don’t envy him the task.

It’s going to create a black market, dealing in mobile phones. smuggling them into boot camps, hidden in cakes and scones.

I only hope we’re ready, when Putin comes a calling, to see soldiers all on their phones, would be a site quite appalling.

Any habit be can deadly, but soldiers addicted to phones? Maybe first put the kids in rehab, so they don’t end up as bones.

Clear Stoma.

Dear Mr Clear Stoma, you’ll say anything to please. Build more prisons, for the riff raff, build more homes, and habitat for bees.

Build more wind turbines, for the electric cars to drive round, put them any where you like, but they won’t work underground.

Build more reservoirs, fill them up with water. Less room for normal people, but good if you’re a yachter.

So, build more prisons, hospitals, and homes, but Mr Stoma, and I’ll tell you to your face, when we’re all packed in like sardines, you cannot build more space.

Red Gravy.

So then Mr Red Gravy, I think I’ll have a guess, plenty of jam tomorrow, and you’ll save the NHS.

As many children as you want, and we’ll pay you all to have them, if the country it does sink, we can all float upon them.

Lots more lovely doctors, for the elderly free care, but when you’ve taxed us for it, we’ll be left in our underwear.

Don’t forget your Greens.

It’s now time to save the world, that’s what the Greens are saying. but who’s gonna save Britain, when Putin comes a baying.

Do you remember the wimpy kid, when you were all at school? He was really quite clever, but everyone took him for a fool.

Well thats the problem we have right here, with our friends the Greenies, we’ll be open to attack, like The Beatles from Blue Meanies.

Niggly Barage

Here we have Niggly Barage, for independent Britain, hip,hip, hip, hip, he says he’s not a racist, I hope his tongue don’t slip.

I’ve read your non manifesto, this much I’ve got to say, you must be very rich Mr Barage, because the people cannot pay.

Trouble is it all makes sense, what you say you’re going to do. Living

here would be heaven, instead of living in this zoo.

So much jam tomorrow, Robinsons couldn’t cope, do you think we’re so stupid, go wash your mouth with soap.

Keith Robinson.

Just like my brother Heath, I like to cobble things together. so here’s how I’d change the world, and even improve the weather.

I’d build a big umbrella, over our lovely Britain, I’d make sure the sun did shine, that, I’d do for certain.

The rich and the church, they could all go a sailing. I’d get rid of royalty too, and have president Michael Palin.

All new cars, should be scrapped, and only old ones built, they would all run on petrol, distilled from politicians guilt.

Meadowhead Bard.

They’re laughing at us, aren’t they?

A peacock in full display?