The prospect of 12 weeks radiotherapy is leaving me frustrated. Together with the possibility of a second operation to remove anything nasty left up there, I’m feeling a bit tied down. This has left me even more scathing of the tripe I am enduring on TV; both in the news and elsewhere. There are a few exceptions: Pointless, Countdown, Tipping Point and football are obviously ring-fenced from acerbic evaluation but the rest of it is ripe for a ruthless blast from the McChrystal cannons of satire.
By the way, I think we should just let the PM get on with it.
Best wishes, Steve.