Its about five fifteen as I type this. Today, I wanted to write something really pithy about the General Election results – but given that lunch has just finished, it is currently quite beyond my capabilities.

Tomorrow, Family FM decamp to ‘Badders’ – which basically means that the Old Salthorse & your humble correspondent our Plymouth gin-a-thon will start at about 10:15 tomorrow morning … oh my hat - I think I am going to die ...