Just so you know, I went over to Chopper’s yesterday to apologise what happened the night before, but as soon as I started to type my apology into my Lightwriter, I heard: ”Dawn’t be so fukkin’ stupid!” in Choppers broad south-east London accent. According to him, it was nothing, although he did propose we go have a pint to make up. I eventually squirmed my way out of this, though – two or three days off the juice seem a very good idea right now. I was reminded of the famous toast by homer Simpson: ”To alcohol, the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems”.

Anyway, my intoxications aside, I just stumbled on to this news that two disabled men in Manchester have lost their challenge to that city’s social care cuts. It’s sad, but I’m in two minds about such cases: I think there will me more and more of them as the cuts bite, and I will support such moves however I can. But I also think that such cases are futile and almost frivolous: they are part of government policy, and as wretched as that is, no court will, at the moment, rule against it. Yes, government policy has been ruled against in the courts before, but as one judge rules against the cuts, the floodgates will have been opened. I can’t see that happening right now, as much as I’d like it to. As for myself, rather than lodging any court cases, I think the best thing I can do financially is cut back on how much I spend in pubs.