h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Congrats on another good article. I find it particularly ironic as just before I read your article on Democracy I was having an argument with my work ‘colleagues’ about voting. Most of them were of the opinion of ‘what’s the point the government always get in’, a particular comment that winds me up no end. Our right to vote isn’t a commodity that we can lightly throw away. If these people don’t vote I intend reminding them of the fact everytime they moan about a political decision and how their views don’t count because they couldn’t be bothered to put an X against any name.

I’m not sure I’d want Hague to be the landlord of my local pub, there’d be no selection of European beers, and he would only stock the cheapest ales therefore eliminating most real ales. I think overall Charlie Kennedy would probably be the most genial, continental beer would definitely be on offer here and although we may have to pay more for the beer the selection would be good. Though for a spit and sawdust no messing pub, with a sound real ale selection, it would have to be John Prescott, any trouble and well you know what would happen

LOL! Yes, and I'm sure Charles Kennedy would make sure there was always plenty of Scotch! Tony Blair would only allow moderate drinkers into his pub, and there'd probably be a Gents, a Ladies and a Third Way! And after what happened to his son, we know that he can't control under-age drinkers!
The main problem for landlord Hague might be that he'd keep running out of beer. After all, he'd want a day for himself!

Deity help us if the current Labour government were to run a pub!!

The price of the beer would be decided by a seperate committee.

Jack Straws' son would be supplying the "entertainment" froma back room.

Prescot on the door seeing if your names on the list.

And the style of pub would change every week depending on how the advertising men think we want it.

Ah, but imagine the Tory Tavern next door! They'd lock up anyone suspected of not being a local, Ann Widdecombe would take the condom machines out of the toilets and Michael Portillo would get really upset when someone else took his seat!

And of course you would always have Thatcher barking out the orders from the kitchen, and nobody can quite remember who ran the place after her or before Hague.

Over at the Labour Arms everybody waits for the new comer to put a Chumbawamba track on the CD jukebox, and the look on Prescotts face.