English politics is making me want to chew my own face off.

This blog will contain a large amount of swearing. Don't read if you're of a sensitive disposition. Also if you disagree with me, I don't care and don't wish to hear about it - good for you, call me something under your breath but don't post or email me And I'm not even talking about the absolute shit show that is the current administration in number 10. A Prime minister that no one wants challenged by no one, probably leading to months of a neutered government that won't do anything as they wait and hope Andy Burnham gets elected somewhere and can come and take over. Instead of that particular rant - I instead turn to my local government of Worcestershire County Council. I'm going to keep this as politically neutral as possible, in that all sides will come in for abuse and to quote the great Malcolm Tucker - "I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire and allergic to piss". My council tax has gone up 9%, services are rubbish and potholes are shaking my car to bits and the below is…