The dog house

I had a pre-budget run around the park on Tuesday night and saw a very sad sight. It was my mate Rex* the alsatian.

Poor bugger.

I remember years ago when he was a pup trying to muscle his way into the park pack but now look at him.

In fact he reminds me of the Government. They believed that the boom would last for ever and that bust had been abolished.

Rex probably believed that life would go on for ever one eternal summer of ball stick or rabbit chasing. But like so many of his kind before his back legs are shot and he’s now rolling round the park with his rear end supported by a couple of wheels.

He probably thinks he’s going to roll on forever a bit like the Chancellor perhaps.

Anyway Rex came back to...