It's Earth Day but Bristol's more caught up with the goings on at the Arnolfini, where the bland and identical 'leaders' of three of Britain's least relevant political parties are going to chat for an hour or so.
A carefully hand-picked audience will fire bland, unimportant questions at the three non-entities, and probably pop over the other side of water for something to eat and drink afterwards.
What galls me is the way that here, in the heart of OUR city, police are walking around with sub-machine guns. It's not what life's about and it shouldn't be allowed. This is Britain, not bloody downtown Baghdad, and this sort of macho, 1950s posing makes me sick.
So I'll be glad when this little jaunt is over and Bristol, and Britain, can get on with the things that matter in life.
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