Twinkle, twinkle, little...WHAT?/December 20th 2011.

Richie - We attended my precocious grandson Bob Roberts jnr's school nativity last week. Not content with bagging the lead role as the wisest of the three wise men, the feisty 11 year old (who has ambitions to be Labour PM by the age of 40) had also been allowed by his teachers to write, produce, and direct the production. As you can imagine, Rich, in Bob jnr's version the downtrodden townsfolk of Nazareth rose up against the vile Tory-led coagulation, replacing it with a democratic socialist government of the people. The final number was a musical extravaganza demanding decent pensions for both private and public sector workers after which the show ended with Young Bob bagging Mary, the hottest girl on the block, and riding off into the desert sunset. Of course, flushed with his success, he's now re-considering his career options, looking to the stage rather than politics. But after the Krankies' sordid revelations this week I'm trying desperately to talk him out of it I say!