Now I’m not known for possessing great insight into the wild and wacky world of politics.
And I don’t really have any time for people who would kick their own granny off a cliff just to capture your precious vote, then sit back doing as little as possible for you, feathering their nests, until election time comes round again and they are ready to sacrifice goats to Satan for that all important tick on the ballot paper.
My feelings about these people are best summed up in the lyrics - and dirty riff - of the Jack Bruce-penned Cream number ‘Politician’ - “I support the left, though I’m leaning to the right, I’m just not there when it comes down to a fight”.
It’s safe to say I hold politicians in the same regard as I hold a bad case of the mumps - not actually life threatening, but really annoying just the same.
I say they don’t carry much of a threat, but I am getting a tad concerned about some of the minor parties seemingly benefiting from to the country’s discontent at current Government, the state of the economy and Tory or Labour-led local authorities.
The news has been dominated in the past few days by Nigel Farage and his merry band of Ukippers, who took a fair few seats in last week’s English local elections.
And, more worryingly, in the last couple of years we’ve seen a rise in support for the BNP.
I’m not saying any of them will win the next general election, but it’s a timely reminder for Cameron, Clegg, Milliband and the rest better get their act together soon or this scenario could become stark reality.