Go wash up - you all stink of money

I'm genuinely sorry to see Maria Miller go, as if you have come to hate them as much as I do, she was the best thing that happened to the Condems.  I thought she'd hang in there a bit longer, because Lord knows she gave no indication of shame or contrition, only acknowledging the growing public ill-feeling towards her when she made a late attempt to send her aides to sow a desperate conspiracy-theory story painting her detractors as a cabal of bitter homophobes in the Tory press pushing a non-story upon the great unwashed, a conspiracy she continued to push even in her long-overdue resignation letter and which her boss Dave Cameron - some sort of quango appointee, I assume, as he doesn't seem to have been elected by the public to his current office - responded to with an open admission that she was investigated for other expenses wrongdoing but, hey - those didn't come to anything so she mustn't have done anything wrong even that time she definitely did do something wrong and was forced - forced - to publicly apologise to parliament for it.
The entitlement of the establishment throughout the whole affair - not just from Miller, but from Cameron who makes a clumsy attempt to move the goalposts even after the final whistle - is telling, and shows the assumption they work from that public money is their money and that their jobs as public servants exist not to exercise the will of the electorate (fair play they already admitted that when they failed to win the confidence of a majority of it), but as a kind of Rube Goldberg machine which they have to play with in order to find a way to funnel that money into their own pockets.
Miller was an albatross who was dragging the Condems down just as sure as she was being dragged kicking and screaming towards her own resignation, and it's a damn shame she's let them get off as scott free as she herself has, citing even in her goodbye missive that she isn't actually going very far from the teat of public money to which she is entitled to suckle upon.  All that remains now is to see what unelected position within government she is rewarded with.

Please do not turn me marrying my daughter into something ugly

Been watching: 
Lord of the Elves, which is an awful title to see onscreen - or even on the bluray box - as it looks fleetingly like Lord of the Flies, which misleads you as to what genre/specific film this might be ripping off (as most Asylum films tend to do).  The story is pure SyFy Channel cheese and it's basically Caravan Of Courage without the Ewoks, though there's a bit where Christopher Judge - still defiantly and unironically making a career playing the black dude with a spear in any old bit of tat going even if it means being the only black guy in a tribe of prehistoric Indonesians and no they do not explain what that is about - turns to face the camera and stands his ground, wielding his spear like it's going to fire lasers from the end and the music swells like David Arnold wrote it... it's an oddly charming touch for an Asylum movie, as they're usually typified by their nastiness and leanings towards shock schlock, while the setting is gorgeous, even if the film shot in a way that they somehow manage to film a panning bird's eye view of the characters running past what are clearly the only tire tracks for miles around.  The tribal chief is also really awful, though I think he's actually supposed to be - it's a strange performance and no mistake, someone would definately have noticed and said something if it wasn't deliberate.
Cheapo cheese that's not exceptional in any way, but passes the time if you don't mind it being slightly nastier than a saturday matinee romp needs to be, which the makers kind of acknowledge with really glaring cuts to some of the gore and the thing still comes in rated 12.
No-one is a lord and there are no elves, though.  Not sure what title's about.