Before my grandson and I go out to enjoy a family ramble up around Saxton, followed by Sunday lunch with my youngest daughter and her partner, I had to just fire this post off to relieve my surging BP.
To learn that one of the ministers in charge of train fare setting is that scared to share a railway carriage with the poor proles he exploits we have to cough up for him to be chauffeur driven about.
Hiding behind his Red Box as a feeble excuse.
Which is on a par with the "Qu'ils mangent de la brioche" quotation that Marie Antoinette is supposed to have uttered.
Maybe Mr Burns actions/words might just ignite the revolution we need in this country to sort the troughing piggies out.
I'll look out my pitch fork and coil of piano wire when I get back.