Story 1 is about the Labour ptcioilal blogger rankings recently produced by Tory Iain Dale. He seems to think that some idiots called Kerron Cross, Bob Piper, Jo Salmon, Che Guevara and an MP who's name I can't remember write better blogs than me.Story 2 is the supposed quote from The Great Leader that Milliband might be a bit more heavyweight as a contender than Alan Johnson. Story 3 is a little joke - with no offence - to The Great Leader's Legal Partner, who is NOT being sought by police in connection with an alleged physical assault on a 15-year-old boy.

I've always been a loser but I've never realized it until a few years ago. Never was good with people, and until very late in life I thought the only way to make friends and please people was to do and be everything they wanted us to. I shaped my personality on that of those I wanted to be friends with. I wasn't myself. So I was bullied, beaten, mocked, taken advantage of and such. Then there were the parental units. Work took them away a lot, and the little time we spent together was them saying constantly I behaved like a lunatic and if I didn't behave properly I was to be commited to an institution. What a great thing to say to a child, right? My whole family, though small, started to see me this way. I was the crazy one, the child that never said anything that made sense, the child who always had to be watched lest he break, stole or severely damaged anything. Well, movin' on... Let's see...School: Check; Parents/Family: Check; Work - Check my other story "damned if you do..."; That leaves married life. I don't have to tell you about my love life, use your imagination under these circumstances. I met my future wife and eight years later we got married. Best and fastest day of my entire life. I later found out that my marriage isn't a partnership, but a domination. She's the dominating one, I'm the dominated one. So at this point I really start thinking like that famous Demotivator poster with the picture of a sinking ship that says «It may be that your goal in life is to serve as a warning to others.». I looked around and realized that no one respected me, people saw me as a child of 5 in a 30 year-old body, the lunatic mad prankster who never took anything seriously and never did anything right. I had one last chance to prove myself to the world: to have children of my own, to make others around me see that I too could make something right, something beautiful. Then the Doctor told me I couldn't have children. I was sterile. No chance in Hell.