Chickens, post boxes, and the UKIP conference

BONG! Assuming the election does go ahead, let Westmonster ask readers this: what's worse than doing an election in the freezing cold, horizontal rain, and at a time of year when it gets dark almost as soon as it gets light? Why, that would be doing an election in all of the above conditions whilst there's a ruddy postal strike on meaning that tens of thousands of leaflets have to be hand delivered by increasingly disgruntled volunteers. Perfect!

BONG! A mere five thousand years after it first got mooted, approval for Crossrail has been granted.

BONG! As the UKIP Conference opens in Limehouse, speculation mounts that...no, we don't care either, actually.