No job too big. No job too small.

This was the cheapest thing I found at a glance yesterday that any MP had claimed as an expense.

If it doesn't relate to alien infiltration of the Earth disguised of lemons then there ought to be a different kind of accounting.

As the ever-wise Mrs. Northwester asks, is there anything they won't claim for? Should we be looking at alternative therapies, reiki, and anything that might in some way be related to 'massage?...'

Enjoy the briefly-redeemed Telegraph here.

And in pictures here.

And alphabetically here.

And by noisy, steaming golden streams of outrageous bladder-emptying dehydration here.


Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be middle-aged was very heaven!