The fun and games at the Labour conference have been providing me with endless amusement recently. The detachment from reality, the slight mentalness of the lead speakers, the focus on silly things that are not really any use to anyone. All on the deck of the RMS SinkingLikeALumpOfLead.

• Hostels for young single mums. A fantastically stupid idea, what with sheltered accommodation being widely recognised as a bad thing unless staffed by saints, which a network of government run ones wouldn’t be.
• Whinging about the Sun, making a big fuss about how they don’t care, really. And then having a random scouser acting like it’s 1989 all over again…
• Harriet being uber unrealistic feminist again, and automatically equating prostitution with people trafficking. Oh, and demanding a suspension of freedom of speech in a foreign land. And a further “oh” for stating that admitting prostitution exists increases demand for prostitution. That’s like saying that news coverage of terrorism causes terrorism…
• Labour should be proud of their handling of the economy, by Alastair Darling. A statement so breathtakingly untrue that it’s beyond funny and into cloud cuckoo land.
• Labour actually making plans for what to do after winning an election. You what?

Thank you, Governments of Blair and Brown. You’ve been shit, economically cackhanded, selfish, racist, corrupt, bullying, and all round wrong on pretty much everything. You will have left the country in an immeasurably worse position than it was in 1997.

But, at the end, you’re bloody funny. Even if I don’t think you mean to be…