It's the Economy....

[therealpm]

The coalition government's "enterprise zones" seem to be as nebulous and ineffective a concept as their "big society". It is disappointing that the Tories should run back to one of the great failures of the Thatcher years, but with an economic policy so lacking in strategy, it is possible that they see no option for the future but to repeat the mistakes of the past. Perhaps a "natural pause" to "reflect" and "reconsider" is in order?

Comments

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

Disappearing for extended non-vital discourse with the Speaker when someone's waiting for you is hardly the epitome of politeness.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

...and there I was, thinking that there might be work associated with the position of 'Chancellor of the Exchequer of Her Majesty's Government of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland'.

*smirks*

You're looking a little flushed, George.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

This is the social nicety side of government. Establishing good relationships with fellows in the field.

Can never - quite work out the air-conditioning in these hotel rooms.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Which is precisely why I was exchanging social pleasantries with the Speaker.

Now what was it you wanted me in here for, hmm?

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

To exchange social pleasantries of course.

*walks towards*

Now do stop your skulking in broad daylight lark. I know you enjoy it so, but there are more suitable occasions.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*stops hunching and straightens up slightly*

I can't imagine what you could be referring to.

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

You're quite the intelligent man. On most things.

*brushes hand across shoulder*

I'm sure you can summon up some idea from the recesses of your mind.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

'Broad daylight' is a bit of a stretch, given the weather.

*wanders past George to stare out of the window*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes*

It's hardly rolling thunder and Frankenstein levels of pathetic fallacy. Just a little bit grey. Like your temples.

*winds arms around waist from behind*

Now are you sure you want to go to the dinner? Because I'm sure we could fill the time. On a related note, I also hear there's a jacuzzi in the vicinity.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*leans head back on shoulder*

I'm not particularly hungry...

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*frowns*

Are you ever?

*runs fingers along waist*

On second thoughts, maybe we should go to dinner...

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*turns around and leans back against windowsill and chuckles*

There's no need to worry about me, George. Come here...

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

M'not worried, just... I'm permitted to be concerned after your moments yesterday.

*places hands on either side of body*

That's allowed isn't it? 

*brushes kiss against neck*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*hops up onto windowsill with back to pane*

*winds hands beneath George's jacket*

An entirely stagnated economy and your main concerns are a touch of dizziness and few toothless protesters? I question you priorities.

*smirks*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

*knocks legs aside for easier access*

My priorities are occasionally skewed. Don't tell the Mail.

*busies hands with ties and buttons*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Talk to the Mail? I wouldn't sully my lips...

*winds heels behind George's legs as well*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

I can think of better uses for them after all.

*reaches end of Peter's buttons*

*pushes shirt aside*

*traces fingers down sides*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*shivers*

I don't doubt that, but if this jacket gets creased I'm blaming you...

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

So take it off.

*kisses across collarbone*

Or there's a dry cleaning service.

*slides hands along to back and pulls against*

Unless you plan to need it for later this evening?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*shrugs out of the jacket*

*hisses slightly at the chill from the window*

No, no. I think we'll have a quiet night in...

*kisses neck and starts to undo George's shirt buttons*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

You'll freeze. Come on.

*pulls over to bed, somewhat entangled*

*shrugs shirt off*

I have no wish to be accused of lowering your vital signs or reducing your immune productivity rates or... Whatever by The Machine if you get ill.

*pins back down on bed*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*laughs and tries to squirm out of grip to pull George down*

Your concern is ever so touching.

*toes socks off*

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

You can try if you like -

*pins Peter's arms above his head*

- But I don't see you succeeding

*flicks tongue against ear*

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*tugs arms experimentally*

If you're going to be like this every time your party's down in the polls...

[ch4ncellor.livejournal.com]

You lost your lead in the polls.

*chases kisses down chest*

You aren't making any more gains..

*runs thumb down wrist*

I'd apologise, but - nope.