Is this what Jolly Jack means by a safer Britain?/April 23rd 2010.

Richie - After a bad day campaigning for Labour I decide to call in on my good friend the enigmatic aristo Lady Tabitha Wilmott-Brown. Tab’s grade 2 listed mansion lies on the outskirts of our village and is renowned for its raucous parties. I tell her ladyship of the doorstep abuse I've received and Lady Tab, a hunting enthusiast dressed in wax jacket, riding boots and jodhpurs, and whose father was a prominent Tory, has great fun at my expense. ‘I mean, Bob darling, why do you bother ?' she says over a pot of Earl Grey. 'Brown's toast. And constantly punishing yourself on behalf of a party that has betrayed the country is beyond me. Look at you, you porky sod. You’re not exactly in your prime. If I were you I'd take things easy with your delightful Thai wife.’ Refreshed I thank Tab for her counsel and cheekily ask her if Labour can count on her support. 'Oh no darling' she says. 'I'll be voting for the Revolutionary Socialist Party as usual!' Strange old world, eh Rich