Bloody Elections... and cycling

I've avoided posting anything for the past week simply because so many other would be posting on the subject of the General Election results. By and large, it's been rather depressing - actually, seeing David Cameron's posho smug face outside no.10 tonight, very depressing. As an aside, will it be a requirement of all future PMs to have a sprog born in the Prime Ministerial residence from now on? First Blair, then Brown, now Cameron; it's like the British version of porphyrogenita.
 I don't know about you, but there is something utterly maddening about the current batch of Tories. The fact that three of them - Cameron, George Osborne (the newly-incumbent Chancellor), and Boris Johnson (Mayor of London)- were all in the Bullingdon Club at the same time seems suspect, but more irritatingly is their smug belief in their innate, almost god-given, right to govern others. Says bloody who? Cameron had only one or two short-term jobs prior to becoming a politician, selling advertising, and George has never held down a proper job in his whole life. What the hell makes them think they're bloody qualified to do a damn thing?
As for Nick Clegg - well, I think he was given a terrible choice, and he (and the Lib Dem leadership) chose terribly. Once the spending cuts and tax hikes that are inevitable are announced, they are hardly going to be popular. However, trying to be positive, if they are seen as full coalition members of goverment, they may provide a decent check on Tory policies.

Sorry, I thought I just saw a flying pig there.


OK, enough about politics for now. In other news, I cycled from Reading to Oxford via NCN route 5 (approx 40 miles) on sunday, doing it in three and a half hours. Far more enjoyable than trying to strangle a TV because David Cameron's face is on it. I will be atempting a 90-miler to Bath in June - I'll be whacking the link to a justgiving page on here soon.

Mess.

There is the kind of mess that is associated with creativity, and which is in fact a fiendishly well-organised system hiding under layers of apparent crap to fool the unwary eye; Then there is the kind of mess that the rest of us occupy. I'm not writing on this or my other blog as often as I would like, nor am I really making any progress with my studies, nor am I doing pretty much of bugger all as far as I can see. Why is debatable, but primarily it's because everything feels and looks like a mess around me at the moment. It's also because, for whatever reason, I feel almost as if I have some invisible presence behind me, a silent, disapproving editor watching every single thing I scrawl down, and this puts me off writing anything at all.
In fact, I often have this sensation of a silent critic at my back, a loitering shadow eager and willing to criticise and moan, and have done ever since I can remember. It has put me off doing mopre things in my life than I care to remember. And one thing it has always been most insistent on is this idea of a mess. In other words, it has always been the thing at my back insisting that I must needs do this, that or the other before I get on with the real task in hand. It's always there, telling me that if I don't get such and such done, I'll be wrong or dispproved of etc. And without doubt, it has led to me not doing as much in my life as I should have.
Well, enough wittering.