The Good Men of Sodom

Have just been down to the ghastly money-mincer which is our capital city. Why do I do this? The answer is that I still have, besides a couple of enormous louts who carry my Y chromosome, a number of what is quaintly known to us old fogies as "friends". Remember friendship? It's what used to happen before contacts and networking and staying in the office all night. I think of them as the Good Men of Sodom, not because the majority of them belong to the woofter persuasion, though they do, but in reference to the Book of Genesis. For the ignorant pagans among you, it is reported that God decided that the city of Sodom deserved a bit of splatting (not, in fact, because it was full of gays, but because it was full of rapists) and Abraham begged God to spare it because there must be a few decent chaps there. But he couldn't even find five, so Sodom got the Hiroshima treatment. My point is that London, because of all the rich bastards who have squeezed the life out of the place, must surely be on the Almighty's to-do list, except for the fact that I maintain that there are just enough sound people there to ward off the thunderbolts. So, you chaps, and you know who you are, just remember that if enough of you move outside the M25 at the same time, you may not find anything to come home to....