A generous friend has been foolishly generous enough to invite me to his blog. Hoping, of course, that I'll make some valuable contribution. Now, hasen't he been through enough to realise how vain it's to extract something meaningful from the back benchers (read the last ignominious row in the office). The row listens to boy bands and reads Ayn Rand. And if that isn't bad enough, prefers tea over coffee. Also disgustingly, combs their hair, doesn't know who Pokemon is, what it's all about or how it's spelled, loves chewing colourful Suparis and spitting the same on people who run the office. The Generous Friend has no sense of foreboding.Only god bless him. Now.