Yesterday was the first working day of the latest piece of pernicious legislation to emanate from the bowls of the Westminster village – namely the banning of Her Majesty’s subjects from enjoying a smoke in a public place. Yes, those who selflessly pay billions into the starling like mouth of the Treasury on an annual basis, are to be discriminated against. Its not like Tax & Waste Brown has underspent for years & doesn’t need the money. & before anyone starts bleating about the cost of cancer care to the NHS, it’s a lot lot cheaper than long term geriatric care …so you can put that in your pipe & smoke it, or not as the case might be

However dear readers, that isn’t what I would really like to talk about this morning –not the advancement of the Nanny State, the wilful destruction of shareholder value or the rights of businesses to conduct their own business in the manner in which they & their customers see fit. No, this morning I would like to talk a bit about the use of parliamentary time.

Its not that your humble correspondent is in any way biased, but doesn’t all of this rather remind you of the Hunting Bill? What did that achieve other than to ensure that farmers asked cold blooded murders (such as me) to come & blow the red dogs to smithereens with the sorts of weaponry that causes your average GFW’s sphincter to permanently & irrevocably dilate

The same is true of this smoking ban ... instead of doing anything that might be considered remotely useful, hours & hours of valuable (for that read eye wateringly expensive) parliamentary time has been taken up on this matter while the failed & discredited immigration policies of liberal do-gooder baby boomers comes home to roost ... again.