""I know my enemy, and it beggars belief that you do not know yours.""

Your enemies are a sad old woman on her last legs, and a rabid hatred for anything to the right of Stalin.

Bottom line T'ain't worth arguing with you.

It seems that we will have five more years of Mr Bean, who has amply deonstrated his lack of qualifications for the job, along with the whizz kid hanging off his coat tails, so by the next general election I should be nicely placed to serve your words up for lunch.

Bon Appetit.

I'm outa here.

Don T.