Marmite

Saturday saw me braving the coldest day in living memory which, because of my advancing age, scattiness and the long hot summer, equates to about six months. I was helping to man a stall in a shaded, draughty outdoor shopping precinct.

So Burnham, or Urban Andy as my neighbour calls him (‘urban’ as a playful opposite to ‘urbane’), thinks the provision of universal adult social care justifies breaking the State Pension triple lock, or maybe he thinks breaking the triple lock justifies fleecing the tax payer to pay for adult social care, modelled on the NHS. Not satisfied with one wasteful, dysfunctional behemoth, Urban Andy wants to burden us with a second one.