Rant incoming

So Andy Burnham won the by-election, as expected and I am irrationally angry.

Irrational because there's nothing I can do about it. I have emailed my MP asking for his assurance that he will be supporting Sir Keir Starmer but I don't think he will. The last time I wrote to him about it his reply was suitably vague. And as a Labour Party member I will be casting my vote for Keir Starmer, but, for now, I can only rant.

Burnham resigns his job as Mayor of Manchester, in order to stand for election to parliament in a by-election that needn't have happened, simply to challenge the sitting Prime Minister. Why? Because he is our self-proclaimed saviour. Only he can save the country.

It's just unbelievably arrogant. I could go on for ages about this but I'd only be repeating myself.

Strangely when Jesus came to the world it was not with a fanfare; he didn't proclaim himself as the saviour. Quite the opposite in fact. He came humbly. He did what he had to do so quietly that most of the world, even many his own countrymen, didn't know about him. 

And to be fair, even superheroes prefer anonymity.

I'm not the Prime Minister's biggest fan. I've not always agreed with his words or actions but he's getting the job done. And this performance by Burnham, designed to cause division, has me spitting.

It's a good job the first big 4-day closing down sale of Rough Edges is on today and I'm assisting. Get some proper stuff done actually helping people. Mutter, mutter.

I've also just messaged Sir Keir to support him.

If you want to see Count Binface in person follow this link.

I've calmed down a bit  now you'll be pleased to hear.

Now, for no reason other than I was going through old photos looking for one to post to brighten the page, me singing Delilah.