RBS chief runs for speaker game, set & match.

It's been announced that World hunger has hit 1 billion, which happens every day around lunchtime in China, and it's all down to the worldwide recession. This is compounded by the annoucement that the cheif exec of RBS is set to have his pay increase agreed, netting him a whopping £9.6m a year. Give it back you money grabbing greedy git, what the hell are you going spend all that on? A massive pool-party and Max Mosely's stylist? Maybe he could bid on the 46 live games that Setanta cannot afford to broadcast, bidding closes today, so if he gets his skates on as fast as his bank takes charges, he'll be laughing all the way to the... well, work I guess.
Maybe he could be a late runner for Speaker of the House of Commons, the current 9 candidates and Margaret Beckett are all useless, another case of MP backscratching. Personally, I think it would be good for the Speaker to be a member of the public, chosen at random. Could you imagine Rab C.Nesbitt as the speaker? "Order.. Order.. look, I said Shut the fuck up!"
One of the leading candidates, Ann Wiggecombe, has put her case forward with "I shall do a very focussed job" Well, that's alright then, for a minute I was thinking you were going to fall asleep.
We here at Grimlock Towers see that Apple have released another new version of the iPhone, the iPhone 3GS, with the s standing for 'Shit we forgot to include some features..' New software additions include accessibility options for the visually impaired, on a touch screen phone with little or no buttons, and http video streaming, oooh, well with quality additions such as these I'll be rushing to keep my own intergalactic communications device.
Wimbledon started today with the usual hype over which of our inept sportsmen & women would patriotically lift the hallowed prize as we are so often reminded about how long it has been since the last british winner or indeed just how many strawberries are going to be stuffed down the relative throats of the work-shy layabouts who have managed to get time off and go & watch it.
The usual twee debates from the BBC about the weather and whether or not we'll see the new roof over centre court and them managing to squander our license fee on John MacEnroe and Boris Becker. Thanks Auntie Beeb, this Wimbledon malarky is the unwanted Christmas jumper of the summer, if only they'd channel our already extortionate license fee into something a little more worthwhile, like feeding Fern Brittain up again, she's looking a bit thin lately, or The Stig's very own show.