I know you’re busy and I’m sorry to take up a precious few seconds of your time with this – to you – trivial nonsense, but it’s important to me and that (believe it or not) has value. In my world anyway.
Yes, it has value to me, especially in these times of significant financial difficulty (unless one is an MP of course – in which case the phrase is: especially in these times of significant moral difficulty).
And that, really, is at the heart of my problem.
Today I have sinned.
On my way from a meeting at one end of Westminster to my office at the other end of Westminster I had cause to pass a [pauses] McDonalds.
I don’t know what occurred – I don’t know which of my moral values wobbled – but minutes later I found myself deposited back on to the pavement clutching a large banana milkshake, a large fries and a pot of Heinz tomato ketchup.
It all occurred so quickly, my mind is still in a bit of a whirl.
One moment I was enjoying the feeling of the sun on my shoulders, the next I was clutching The Devil’s Food.
Anyway, sanity (you’ll be pleased to know) reigned. I did the only sensible thing that a rational human being could.
I drank the milkshake.
But the fries?
I ate them.