In a 50-50 deal, he keeps the hyphen

Back from a typical British Bank Holiday Monday – it pis*ed down with rain non-stop for 36 hours, and we went to Ikea in the sensible estate car with the children. Anyone who describes themselves as having a ‘GSOH’ should be required to spend an hour in the Ikea canteen at lunchtime.

The best thing by far was the sight of a disapproving-looking BCBG lady of a certain age (the sort who detests everyone who shops at places like Ikea, despite doing so herself) walking with two cups of boiling tea across the middle of the children’s play area, and stopping to glare and tut angrily at each of the four dozen children who came within 10 feet of her. Not sure how she failed to spot the very large sign reading ‘Children’s Play Area.’

Still, Mrs Chimp got lots of new house stuff, the children managed to blag a Barnslig Flodhäst and a Korall Sköldpadda between them, and as for me, I actually quite enjoyed my lukewarm meatballs in strange beige sauce and adding a " ’ " with a green felt-tip to a toy originally marked “My Dolls Bed.”

Last entry for a while due to impending house move (it will somehow take BT, the Great Satan of UK telecoms, three weeks to re-connect broadband). I'm even more gloomy than usual about the imminent stamp duty bill of more than £27,000, which, being a dull accountant, I’ve worked out will cost one whole year of (very large) mortgage repayments to repay. More depressing still is the cost over the life of the mortgage - £50 fecking grand (including interest) or a fiver a day every single day until 2032, by which time I’ll be knocking on 60 years old. It gives me a warm feeling inside to know that I’ll still be paying Gordon Brown’s bloody tax bill long after he’s enjoyed a long taxpayer-subsidised retirement and turned up his toes.

For those of you who think that the ‘Golden Triangle’ is something to do with blonde girls and waxing, think again. Surprised to see that my own alma mater is included in this list.

Look out Blighty, Wholefoods Market, the yankee-doodle-yuppie-foodie-nirvana, is coming to London. I’ve never been there and therefore shouldn’t judge. That said, all the guff on the website about how green they are is somewhat undermined by the massive number of large trucks parked in front of the store in picture on the homepage. (##STOP PRESS - THEY'VE CHANGED THE PHOTO SINCE LAST FRIDAY - THE TRUCKS HAVE MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED##)

Have you read the latest Cameronian nonsense about trading permits for 'social bads'? Setting aside (if you can) the use of 'bad' as a noun, can you imagine yet another office in Central London filled with expensive people government employees earnestly establishing the relative value of each ‘bad’? How many jam doughnuts equate to driving a car? Is taking the lift instead of walking better or worse than watching reality TV? How many M&S sea bass fillets ‘from the azure waters of Greece’ would be as ‘bad’ a ‘bad’ as a Jaffa Cake? Only the man in Whitehall knows.

The few remaining Poles that aren’t living in London are embroiled in a very important debate – are the Teletubbies promoting an inappropriate alternative lifestyle choice? If it’s found to be true, expect the Teletubbies, Right Said Fred and Peter Tatchell to get pulped by a bunch of nationalists in camouflage t-shirts and thrown into prison, leaving the nationalists to run riot in Teletubbyland.

And finally, for you dismal scientists out there, The Economist’s screen saver is back!