my housing expert, kev, informs me that there are more than four million people on the waiting list for a house on the isle of britain.

he also tells me that there are no less than 14 million empty homes in america, which i think is a bit further away to the east of my island. 

so i'm sending a message to mister barrack (isn't that a house for soldiers, or something?) to tell him to contact gordon the brown and ask him to send four million people over.  and to let them through customs.  and give them big hampers and big cars on arrival.

new life in the new world.

sounds sort of familiar, doesn't it?

i'd offer myself, but i haven't got a single empty house.  although there is a penthouse apartment above the abattoir, if anyone's interested.

the last person who lived there said it was OFFAL.  but it would be a good place to MEAT new friends.  and you might even get a STEAK in the business.

wasn't that witty?
oh my aching sides.