Merry X-Box ...........( 360)

I have just been staying with Family down in Walmer near Deale, in Kent . Whilst there, my fabulously wealthy socialist cousin was entertaining me with her low opinion of Michael Gove . I mention it only because when about twenty children and adults were eating ice cream and chips at the sea front at who should saunter past but Michael Gove .
There he was ,his very self, wearing the sort of outfit that ordinary people keep in the dressing up box ,on the off chance of being called upon to play a 18th century squire in panto . His oddly circular face was a foot from mine separated only by the glass of the café window and its promises of competitively priced Knicker Bocker Glories .
It seemed an appropriately meaningless event for this time of ennui-wii ,this fin de siecle fermata of noughty nonetities and tittle tattle . Now for a short time we can ignore the tsunami, of debt about to engulf us . Salutations Mr. Gove , you dress atrociously ,have lips like a thunder bird puppet and have been more than usually corrupt . Let us hope you show more substance than has yet been apparent in the hard times to come .
Can I just draw your attention to the wit and topicality of the neologism ennui-wii by the way .
Merry X Box (360) and a happy New Year