Life is a struggle for doughnuts in the dangerous world of the rainforests of Darkest Wiltshire. Face it, a doughnut can make the difference between fulfilled satisfaction or desperate hunger.

I pass the window of the chinese takeaway and drool helplessly at the large glossy adverts of exotic dishes on display. By habit I check my pockets for cash, and make a sigh of resignation at the discovery of the last few pence.

Pence? What can you buy with pence these days? I suppose newspapers are still affordable. At least then I can read how much hungrier people are elsewhere in the world.

Certainly not a pizza. The exhorbitant prices asked for a slab of dough with cheese and tomato sauce are ridiculous, especially when a similar product can be bought from a supermarket for a tenth of the price, albeit without the luxury of a moped rider, bedraggled and frustrated by his inability to navigate to your door, delivering the product three hours after you ordered it.

Naturally this state of affairs means you become opportunistic. If someone offers a doughnut, you don't sneeze at it.

Naturally then I was devastated to learn that after I left the programme centre on friday I missed out on a free doughnut. The sadistic programme person smiled wickedly as he related how sweet and tasty it was.

Yesterday he advised me that he was off for lunch. Doughnuts perhaps? No, he told me, no doughnuts, and despite my insistent pleas for consideration he told me there was no chance of bringing back any sweet and tasty doughnuts. Sigh.

By the time I finished my jobsearching stuff he was manning the front desk, subbing in for the lady who normally works at that post as she went off for her doughnut break. Fill in the usual forms and sign out.

Just as I was leaving I noticed a doughnut in his hand. He smiled wickedly as he enjoyed the sweet tasty bakery product. Trust me, when the revolution comes, all doughnut consumers will be up against the wall.

To Strike Or Not To Strike?

Talking about revolutions, what a peculiar situation in Libya. Once again a group of nations has called itself a coalition and aimed it's aerial weaponry toward a dictatorial middle eastern state.

No wonder Gadaffi's propaganda machine is trying to equate their own strategic and political difficulties with Iraqs suffering as a nation follwing two Gulf wars.

Then again, isn't that a little revealing? Saddam Hussein wasn't exactly a nice guy, nor was his rule especially enlightened.

So now we have a coalition air force acting as the allies of rebels in eastern Libya. I don't have any political gripe with this. Politicians will always gang up on someone else for one reason or another - that's everyday human behaviour - but I can't help feeling there's something else motivating the decision to apply military air power to Libya's current turmoil.

Can you guess what it is? I guess that claiming Gadaffi has weapons of mass destruction isn't going to cut it these days.