Sun, sex and funnies in blackpropaganda

This is almost a perfect day outside - bright sunshine, only a slight breeze, small clouds - and the promise that it will be like this all day. Another day for the shorts and t shirt - a longish walk - a lunch of home made bread with tuna topping - and reading the Sunday papers.

There has to be a blot on the horizon, which is the way in which the tawdry world of Westminster politics has resumed in earnest, especially squabbling about the promises to the Scottish people which helped get a no vote. They could alienate even more people in Scotland very quickly, and make them wish they had voted yes.

‘Strictly Come Dancing’ will be back next weekend - and already the publicity has concentrated on the shagging potential between dancing partners - not the older contestants I should add, they never seem to think that possible, but the hunky men who could turn an Argentinian tango into a bout of horizontal jogging. Of course, dancing is sexual - that is the whole point - making all the moves without penetration - let the shagging - sorry, dancing - commence.

And just a couple of cartoons on that theme

You can’t beat the old ones!