I'm just off to exercise my democratic right. (No, I don't have a dog called 'Democratic Right', I mean I'm off to vote in the local elections. I do have a dog called Silk Cut, but he died of cancer, so I take him out for a drag every night.)

What was I talking about..? Oh yes, voting. It will inevitably involve some cheesing of old ladies, but cheesing of old ladies is what I do best. Which reminds me, I'm going to Wales on Sunday...