You go away for a nice quiet break with The Redhead and whilst you are sitting on a 737, 30,000 feet in the air with a large JD and Coke in front of you, the whole political spectrum back home changes. We land to find that we now have enough Turkish Lira to buy a tomato, that we are to have our new Prime Minister chosen by .......well not us anyway and to add insult to injury, England get knocked out of the Euros by a country with a smaller population than the average Wane Ho