Nothing worse than bread with a structural default that falls apart when you make a bacon and mushroom sandwich. The Americans would be filing a lawsuit, but all I can do is blame Sainsburys and think about digging out my breadmaker.
I don't know whether you noticed, but there were quite a few BNP-related mentions in the Sunday newspapers. There's something of a Freudian offering from Jenny McCartney in the Sunday Telegraph as she tries to blame others for a lifestyle choice that obviously involves either deep-seated guilt, racial self-loathing or perhaps a cocktail of both.
I have no doubt that there exists a small proportion of Britons, possibly over-represented online, who are stubbornly racist in their views: at their most extreme, they talk in weird, creepy 1930s language of “threatened British natives” and “race-traitors”. Any time I have written about having a husband and much-loved in-laws of Indian origin, a few old faithfuls have popped up online to parade their feverish resentment at me. After reading it, one feels like laundering one’s eyeballs: I suppose that the BNP would be their political party of choice.
Meanwhile the Mail on Sunday's Peter Hitchens was busy poisoning the middle-class against the British National Party as usual. However it was not with his usual vigour and it would seem that a Cameron voodoo doll complete with some very sharp pins is top of his Christmas wish list - now available at a store near you, ask for a demonstration.
This astonishing result must surely be the most humiliating treatment of a major political party in modern history.
The ‘Conservative’ candidate came fifth. He was beaten by Labour, which is reasonable. But he was also shoved aside by three other organisations.
The first was UKIP, the Dad’s Army of politics; the second was the BNP, that care home for the incurably stupid and nasty; and the third was George Galloway’s Respect.