This is a public service announcement - with guitars.
2002-04-01 || 1:32 p.m.

So how are things over in good old blighty? Well, quite funny really. The national mood is 'not quite sure'.

So the Barbara Cartland wannabe has finally gone to the great ostrich feather in the sky. For years info was leaked to the press. When the queen mum goes we'll have 5 days of Wagner on all radio stations, black edged TV etc. What do we get? Well Animals win Prizes was taken off as was the National Lottery and that was about it. There's been guns in Hyde Park today but no-one is really interested.

Funnily enough on Saturday morning for some reason I had this urge to play 'Somewhere in England' from 'Sandinista'. No kidding I haven't played this for probably over ten years but it just came into my head.

AN Wilson writing in the Sunday Telegraph yesterday summed up all I dislike about the upper classes and the way the press pander to their view of the world, which actually bears no resemblance to reality for anyone. Probably not even them.

'... to see her was to be transported back to a more comforting world than that of the egalitarian present'. !! He went on to say that '... what we mourn is not simply a person but a whole era of British history. There is no such thing any more as a governing class'. Well thank fuck for that.

Oh, silly me. Now I come to think about it of course we'd be far better off with a philanthropic governing class educated on the playing fields of Eton. There's nothing I like better than doffing my metaphorical cap. And whilst we're on the subject lets bring back dysentry, bad food, rickets (for children), education finishing at the age of 11, dubious or non-existent sanitation, and who wants holiday or sick pay - not me buddy. Oh and as for that fiasco of a national health service, lets go back to leeches and prayers.